comfortable.
It’s long enough to cover her bottom, but I can
see the curve of it in polka-dot panties. Her hair
has grown a bit and is now to her shoulders but she
always wears it back, leaving it ridiculously messy.
I love this thing about her, that she can set aside
being orderly and precise and just be herself, in all
her beauty.
“Hey,” she says, turning towards me. “I didn’t
hear you come in.” She smiles at me before
turning back again. “I was just making a sandwich,
I’m starving.”
I close the door behind me and rest my back
against it.
Breathe, Patrick. Breathe.
How is it possible that this woman drives me
nuts like this? How is it possible that my heart is
pounding just looking at her in my T-shirt and I’m
getting hard just thinking about what’s under it.
I go up to her slowly and wrap her shoulders in
my arms. I place a kiss on her neck and I can feel
her shiver under my lips.
“Patrick…” she whispers in thread of a voice.
I let my hands slide down and go under the T-
shirt. I run my shaking fingers over her body,
almost afraid to touch her, to squeeze her, because
this woman is all I want in my life.
I brush her breast and she lets out a soft cry and
she lifts her head up on my shoulder. I bite her
earlobe and she says my name again, like a prayer,
