“Well, yeah.” What did he want? Me to profess my undying love for him. I did love him but I wasn’t ready to admit it. I was having trouble dealing with it myself, even without all this other crap. Falling in love and having a permanent relationship with him would change everything. Odds of me being able to continue to teach would be slim, unless we wanted to spend most of our life away from each other. Why did things have to be so freakin’ complicated?
He looked at my hand and then at my face. I couldn’t read his expression, but it almost looked like disappointment. What’s up with him?
“I ordered coffee and some breakfast. Room service should be here soon. I know how you love your coffee in the morning.”
“Thank you. I guess I’ll grab a quick shower.”
He nodded, released my hand and went into the living room, coming back with a suitcase.
“When did your luggage get here?”
“I’m not sure, sometime overnight I guess. Pretty roses.”
“Yeah, thank you.”
“For what?”
“The roses?”
“I didn’t send them. I thought they were from the hotel.”
“Uhh, I don’t think so. They were delivered after I checked in. It’s why I thought you sent them.” He looked at me strangely and put the suitcase on the end of the bed and unpacked. I didn’t know what else to say. I couldn’t tell if he thought I was lying to him or what, and why would I? How stupid would I have to be? Rather than get into it with him again I just went to take my shower. We both obviously needed a little space.
As I shampooed my hair I kept hoping he’d come in and shower with me, just forget everything else for a bit. A couple of times Ithought I heard him at the door, but nothing. It was my fault, I’d picked the fight and been bitchy. I way overreacted, and took him by surprise. Now I’d have to apologize. Damn I hated saying I was sorry. Lucky for me I was usually right. Once I’d decided to tell him it was all my fault a weight lifted off my shoulders. I shouldn’t have let all the shit from yesterday get to me. None of it was his fault, except maybe the skank ho in London.
Stepping out of the shower I was in a much better mood. HummingCloser than You Think, one of the songs from the first Raining Chaos CD, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I didn’t bother with makeup, and only combed out my hair, he probably wouldn’t even notice. I wanted to apologize before I lost my resolve, and then I wanted more of him in bed.
I didn’t have far to look. He was sitting on the couch watching TV. His feet were propped up on the coffee table with a cup of coffee on his lap and chewing on a bagel. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit me as soon as I left the bedroom. I couldn’t decide which was yummier—Flame or the coffee.
Quiet as I could I crept up behind him and slid my tongue along the edge of his ear. He jumped, which I didn’t count on, and grabbed the coffee cup before it spilled in his lap. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t think about the coffee.”
As he turned toward me I expected to see a pissed off Flame, but instead he had a big shit eating grin on his face. “Babe, you can sneak up on me anytime you want. I love how you touch me. Now c’mere,” he said as he put the coffee and bagel on the table and pulled me over the back of the couch.
He was still wearing only a towel and my effect on him stood at attention as he pulled me in to his lap. “You’re wearing way too much. What were you thinking?”
“I guess I wasn’t.”
Nodding he brought his lips close to mine, so close they were almost touching. He searched my eyes for something, and seemed satisfied with what he saw because his lips took mine in total ownership. Rubbing, then forcing his tongue into my mouth. He swept over my tongue and rubbed against mine. It took me a minute torealize the low moan was mine, and I felt him smile against my mouth.
As he pulled away he was still smiling. “Are we okay now?”
“Yes, and I’m really sorry. I blew everything way out of proportion last night. I missed you so much and I guess seeing you with that girl got to me.”
“You can be jealous anytime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah because it means you care about me.”
Laughing, I kissed him, it was that or smack him. “I told you I did.”
“I know but if other women bother you it shows me too.”
“Ugh.Men.”
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. We’ve been apart for too long to waste time arguing.”
“You’re right. You were away too long. I was starting to think I’d have to fly to Europe and hunt you down.”
