grew stronger. I was almost to the point of a meltdown when I met my new roommate, and was blown away when she caught sight of the magazine article and shared the fact that she knew him. I'd sneakily milked her for every bit of information on him; until the invite came and she'd dropped her little bombshell. Now here we were, full circle. “Come on, let’s go on in before mom starts lecturing me on proper etiquette.” He still had that strange look on his face and I was beginning to wonder if he was already having second thoughts about bringing me here. But when he led me over to his mom and introduced us, his hand remained possessively in my back and his words were warm. “Why Jackson she’s stunning. I’m ever so pleased to have you in my home, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve told all my friends about your coming, they’re absolutely green with envy.” “Mom...” “Oh hush Jackson, why don’t you run along and tell cook to prepare a late night snack.” “We had dinner not long ago mom, I think Maxie might be ready for bed. You can have her to yourself for a short time tomorrow okay.” “Why a short time?” “Because I want to show her around before I have to head back to the office. Then you’ll have her all to yourself until I come home in the evenings, but then she’s mine again.” The two of them bartered good-naturedly for my time. It was fun watching and listening to them. There was so much warmth in the byplay. Janet and Mike were already gone so it was left to Jackson to show me to my room. “I’ve decided to put you here, close to me.” This way if you need me in the night I’ll be right here to hear you.” He frowned after saying it and I was back to wondering what the hell was going on with him. “Are you sure you’re okay there pretty boy? You’ve been acting very strange since we got here. If you’re having second thoughts...” He clasped my face in his hands. “Not even close.” And he kissed me right there in the hallway where anyone could walk by and see us. “You’d better go in baby.” “Why, why do you always stop just when it’s getting good?” Crap I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Because we just met, and I was thinking that as much as I’d like to bury myself inside you in the worst fucking way, you might need time.” Well, wasn’t much I could say to that now could I?
I could see that my words had obviously thrown her. “Don’t look so worried I said I’ll give you time, but to be fair, it might not be as much as you like. Go on in; this room connects with mine so I’d hear you if you need me.” Why do I keep saying that? Like I was expecting her to wake in the night needing me. I went next door and breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind me. This was too strange to be real. Two years ago I’d contacted her for my mother’s sake as well as my own. Our collection of her work had drawn me in since the first moment I’d heard it, but when she’d turned us down I hadn’t given it much thought after that. Now to have met her and have the vision didn’t seem real. Was this meant to be two years ago? And if so, what or who had waylaid it. Granted two years ago I was nowhere near ready for marriage and she would’ve been too young at eighteen, but still, I wonder. I stayed awake half the night listening for her voice. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I snuck through the connecting door and stood over her as she slept. She slept like the innocent I’d come to see in her. Had we really only just met? How could I feel what I was now feeling as I looked down at her beauty in the moonlight? Reaching down, I lightly stroked her hair with my fingertips. Who would’ve thought the Firefox would turn out to be my future? Leaning over, I kissed her forehead before slipping from the room again. Now I just have to see that whatever happened two years ago didn’t happen again, if only I