explanation of what he was feeling.
“How did he pass?” They still hadn’t gone over the details of his death since he called her earlier that morning. Maggie wasn’t quite sure how to ask. She had been with him when they had received word of his mother’s untimely passing.
“He was actually performing surgery when a brain aneurysm ruptured.” Michael’s voice wobbled. “At first the other surgeons and nurses thought he had just fainted, they said it happened so quickly.”
“Wow, so what now?” Maggie asked as she reached for Michael’s arm and rubbed it.
Michael managed to smile at her, seeming to appreciate her tenderness towards him. “Well, I got the call early this morning, I actually had just came home from the office, so like almost four.”
Maggie wasn’t surprised to hear he was still working ungodly hours at the firm. Nothing had changed in the weeks since she had left. She pushed her angry thoughts aside, right now she needed to focus on Michael’s grief. He still appeared to be in shock, still digesting the fact that his father had died that morning. Maybe that was why he didn’t have a whole lot to say about it, he was still probably numb.
“So what can I help with?” Maggie asked as the kettle whistled loudly.
“Just you being here, bringing Melanie back home, means a lot. I mean, of course we need to figure out funeral arrangements and stuff like that.”
“Well, let me know what I can do to help,” she said as she turned the stove top off and carefully removed the kettle.
“Dad already had his funeral arrangements secured shortly after Mom died, he went in and handled everything. He has a will for his estate, but that is pretty cut and dry considering he had me draw it up.” Michael laughed, but it was a sad laugh and sounded weird coming from his mouth.
Maggie poured the hot water into their mugs, dunking the small bags to steep, which quickly dyed the water brown. After she returned the kettle to the stove, she glided toward Michael. She worried about how he was actually handling this, he seemed different than the time his mother had died. Maggie stood in front of him as he continued to rest against the counter in a daze. She moved in slowly, placing her head on his chest, he felt warm against her face. She breathed him in, taking in the scent of his aftershave as she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. Maggie couldn’t help herself, she knew she should have resisted the temptation of bringing their bodies close. She also knew she was sending him the wrong message, but right now she only wanted to love him.
Standing up on the tips of her toes, her hands flat against his chest, moving up to his neck, her mouth sought his. Michael groaned as he leaned into her, welcoming her as she parted his sensual mouth and explored with her tongue. His strong hands grabbed at her back, pulling her hard against him. She didn’t resist or fight the rush of feelings that flooded her body. Maybe it was the hormones or the emotional torment they were going through, maybe a mixture of both, but right now she needed Michael as much as he needed her. She knew this wasn’t going to solve their problems, in fact, it would probably only create more. But at the moment, she saw the situation as an avenue to help ease his pain, and possibly even hers.
With their tea forgotten, passion surged between them, their chemistry still intact. Michael’s hands wandered all over her body. He paused and looked down at her. “Are you sure?”
Maggie replied by crushing his mouth with hers. She didn’t want to think or deal with reason. That answer sufficed for him as he carried her off to their bedroom.
***
Feeling Seattle’s early gray sunlight penetrating the room, Maggie’s eyes fluttered open. She could feel the pleasant weight of Michael’s arm as it rested on her hips. She backed up against him, their naked bodies spooning, she sighed. Why couldn’t things just be okay? Thoughts
“How did he pass?” They still hadn’t gone over the details of his death since he called her earlier that morning. Maggie wasn’t quite sure how to ask. She had been with him when they had received word of his mother’s untimely passing.
“He was actually performing surgery when a brain aneurysm ruptured.” Michael’s voice wobbled. “At first the other surgeons and nurses thought he had just fainted, they said it happened so quickly.”
“Wow, so what now?” Maggie asked as she reached for Michael’s arm and rubbed it.
Michael managed to smile at her, seeming to appreciate her tenderness towards him. “Well, I got the call early this morning, I actually had just came home from the office, so like almost four.”
Maggie wasn’t surprised to hear he was still working ungodly hours at the firm. Nothing had changed in the weeks since she had left. She pushed her angry thoughts aside, right now she needed to focus on Michael’s grief. He still appeared to be in shock, still digesting the fact that his father had died that morning. Maybe that was why he didn’t have a whole lot to say about it, he was still probably numb.
“So what can I help with?” Maggie asked as the kettle whistled loudly.
“Just you being here, bringing Melanie back home, means a lot. I mean, of course we need to figure out funeral arrangements and stuff like that.”
“Well, let me know what I can do to help,” she said as she turned the stove top off and carefully removed the kettle.
“Dad already had his funeral arrangements secured shortly after Mom died, he went in and handled everything. He has a will for his estate, but that is pretty cut and dry considering he had me draw it up.” Michael laughed, but it was a sad laugh and sounded weird coming from his mouth.
Maggie poured the hot water into their mugs, dunking the small bags to steep, which quickly dyed the water brown. After she returned the kettle to the stove, she glided toward Michael. She worried about how he was actually handling this, he seemed different than the time his mother had died. Maggie stood in front of him as he continued to rest against the counter in a daze. She moved in slowly, placing her head on his chest, he felt warm against her face. She breathed him in, taking in the scent of his aftershave as she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. Maggie couldn’t help herself, she knew she should have resisted the temptation of bringing their bodies close. She also knew she was sending him the wrong message, but right now she only wanted to love him.
Standing up on the tips of her toes, her hands flat against his chest, moving up to his neck, her mouth sought his. Michael groaned as he leaned into her, welcoming her as she parted his sensual mouth and explored with her tongue. His strong hands grabbed at her back, pulling her hard against him. She didn’t resist or fight the rush of feelings that flooded her body. Maybe it was the hormones or the emotional torment they were going through, maybe a mixture of both, but right now she needed Michael as much as he needed her. She knew this wasn’t going to solve their problems, in fact, it would probably only create more. But at the moment, she saw the situation as an avenue to help ease his pain, and possibly even hers.
With their tea forgotten, passion surged between them, their chemistry still intact. Michael’s hands wandered all over her body. He paused and looked down at her. “Are you sure?”
Maggie replied by crushing his mouth with hers. She didn’t want to think or deal with reason. That answer sufficed for him as he carried her off to their bedroom.
***
Feeling Seattle’s early gray sunlight penetrating the room, Maggie’s eyes fluttered open. She could feel the pleasant weight of Michael’s arm as it rested on her hips. She backed up against him, their naked bodies spooning, she sighed. Why couldn’t things just be okay? Thoughts
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