get lost in the blue. As his lips come in, grazing mine, I close my eyes, drinking in every moment of the kiss. As I feel a flutter in my stomach all the passionate moments we’ve shared come flooding back, and I want to rip his clothes off immediately. I wish intensely we weren’t in public. I moan my frustration into his mouth.
“What is it, darling?”
“I just missed you so much.”
“Really?” Henry asks, and then leans close to my ear, his hot breath tickling it. “Because I’ve missed fucking you.”
The second the dirty word is breathed into my ear, I feel my legs go weak. This man! He knows exactly how to turn me into a pile of goo.
“Shit,” I blurt out, realizing the logistics of this kind of sucked.
“You don’t like the idea of me fucking you?” He asks, confused.
“Oh no!” I exclaim. “I very much like that idea. It’s just, well … I’m in the guest room of my friends’ house. Not exactly the best place to get our freak on.”
“Well then, you’ll be happy to know I’ve booked a room at the inn.”
“What?”
“I didn’t want to impose on your friends any further, so I booked a room before I left.”
“Oh Henry, I could not love you any more right now.” I squeal.
Even though Henry and I have been apart for an entire month there is no awkwardness. We fall right back into our roles, exchanging jokes and laughing, a loving couple, sure in who they are. He finds it particularly entertaining that I’m driving around in what he calls a monster truck. I kind of pride myself on the fact that he seems just a little more city than me now.
There isn’t a moment of silence on the drive back. Of course, this is mostly due to the fact that I can’t seem to shut up. I want Henry to know everything, well, almost everything. We talked on the phone every night, so most of what I tell him is things he already knows. Henry just watches me, jabbering on, smiling, and content to just listen.
Pulling into the vacant parking space in front of the inn, I glance down the street to see if perhaps Emmie or Colin is outside. I don’t see anyone, but I can hear the sound of Christian shaving away in the courtyard.
Hopping out of the truck, I walk around next to Henry. “Should we go say hi to everyone or check in first?”
Henry looks at me with a sly grin.
“What?” I ask innocently, even though I already know exactly what that sinister look means.
“I know what I want to do.”
“Henry, what about everyone else?”
“I haven’t seen my fiancé in a month. Sorry if I don’t give a damn about them right now,” he explains, pulling me close. I feel nervous for a moment, like someone is watching us, but with his strong arms wrapped around me that feeling melts away. “I want you so bad.”
“Okay,” I say with a soft giggle. “Let’s go.”
He leans in, kissing me. You would have thought we’ve been apart for a year from the intense passion. He pulls away, and before I can catch my breath, he turns, pulling me up the stairs of the quaint inn in record time.
PULLING ON MY cardigan, I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s quite evident from my tousled hair what has just transpired between Henry and me. Glancing around the room, I suddenly realize I hadn’t paid any attention to the decor when we entered. My mind was clearly in other places.
The bed is covered in a grandma-style floral quilt, and the drapes on the windows look like they were hung thirty years ago, the lace at the edges now yellowed with age. Besides the dated feel, the room is clean, but I can’t help feeling we somehow violated the room.
“Are you sure you want to stay here and not over at Colin and Em’s?” I ask. I’m now quite used to my little room with the short ceilings in my friends’ home. The idea of staying in these foreign surroundings for the next few days does not seem appealing.
“No, this place is fine. After all, here I won’t have to worry about how loud we get,” Henry
“What is it, darling?”
“I just missed you so much.”
“Really?” Henry asks, and then leans close to my ear, his hot breath tickling it. “Because I’ve missed fucking you.”
The second the dirty word is breathed into my ear, I feel my legs go weak. This man! He knows exactly how to turn me into a pile of goo.
“Shit,” I blurt out, realizing the logistics of this kind of sucked.
“You don’t like the idea of me fucking you?” He asks, confused.
“Oh no!” I exclaim. “I very much like that idea. It’s just, well … I’m in the guest room of my friends’ house. Not exactly the best place to get our freak on.”
“Well then, you’ll be happy to know I’ve booked a room at the inn.”
“What?”
“I didn’t want to impose on your friends any further, so I booked a room before I left.”
“Oh Henry, I could not love you any more right now.” I squeal.
Even though Henry and I have been apart for an entire month there is no awkwardness. We fall right back into our roles, exchanging jokes and laughing, a loving couple, sure in who they are. He finds it particularly entertaining that I’m driving around in what he calls a monster truck. I kind of pride myself on the fact that he seems just a little more city than me now.
There isn’t a moment of silence on the drive back. Of course, this is mostly due to the fact that I can’t seem to shut up. I want Henry to know everything, well, almost everything. We talked on the phone every night, so most of what I tell him is things he already knows. Henry just watches me, jabbering on, smiling, and content to just listen.
Pulling into the vacant parking space in front of the inn, I glance down the street to see if perhaps Emmie or Colin is outside. I don’t see anyone, but I can hear the sound of Christian shaving away in the courtyard.
Hopping out of the truck, I walk around next to Henry. “Should we go say hi to everyone or check in first?”
Henry looks at me with a sly grin.
“What?” I ask innocently, even though I already know exactly what that sinister look means.
“I know what I want to do.”
“Henry, what about everyone else?”
“I haven’t seen my fiancé in a month. Sorry if I don’t give a damn about them right now,” he explains, pulling me close. I feel nervous for a moment, like someone is watching us, but with his strong arms wrapped around me that feeling melts away. “I want you so bad.”
“Okay,” I say with a soft giggle. “Let’s go.”
He leans in, kissing me. You would have thought we’ve been apart for a year from the intense passion. He pulls away, and before I can catch my breath, he turns, pulling me up the stairs of the quaint inn in record time.
PULLING ON MY cardigan, I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s quite evident from my tousled hair what has just transpired between Henry and me. Glancing around the room, I suddenly realize I hadn’t paid any attention to the decor when we entered. My mind was clearly in other places.
The bed is covered in a grandma-style floral quilt, and the drapes on the windows look like they were hung thirty years ago, the lace at the edges now yellowed with age. Besides the dated feel, the room is clean, but I can’t help feeling we somehow violated the room.
“Are you sure you want to stay here and not over at Colin and Em’s?” I ask. I’m now quite used to my little room with the short ceilings in my friends’ home. The idea of staying in these foreign surroundings for the next few days does not seem appealing.
“No, this place is fine. After all, here I won’t have to worry about how loud we get,” Henry
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