guilt ate at him. He had had everything he wanted and needed in his own bed.
“There’s only one bathroom, so I’ll go first,” she said, handing him items for his makeshift bed.
While she brushed her teeth and dressed for bed, Michael grabbed things out of his backpack. When he had packed it earlier, he never dreamed that he would be spending the night. As a matter of fact, Michael didn’t know what kind of reception Desi would give him, especially after she warned him not to come uninvited. But when the snow was forecasted, he risked her wrath to be with her and it paid off. “Thank You, Lord.”
Not long after coming out of the bathroom, Desi went straight into her bedroom and called from behind closed doors that he could go into the bathroom. Gathering his pajama bottoms, he wondered what she was wearing. He found out when he came out the bathroom. She was walking around in plaid two-piece flannel PJs. Ugh .
He watched as she checked the door and turned on the night light above the stove. In the shadows of the room, they stared at each other. Michael waited for her to make the first move and she did.
“Good night.” She walked passed him, went into her bedroom. Seconds later, the lock clicked on the door.
That action caused his heart to drop. He flopped onto the sofa. He folded his hands and rested them on his forehead. “Jesus, Your Word says You will complete the work You set out to do. Lord, please remember us in Your work.”
Michael prepared the sofa and stretched out. He didn’t know how long he tossed and turned. Of course the couch was uncomfortable, but it was Desi locking the door that kept him awake. Finally, with determination, he drifted off to sleep.
A faint sound stirred Michael from his slumber. He blinked and took in his surroundings, remembering where he was. As he shifted on the couch, he heard it again. Straining his ears, Michael stood. He quietly moved closer to Desi bedroom door to confirm that she was crying.
CHAPTER ~14~
“You cheated on me…” Desi hadn’t had that nightmare in a while. Why tonight? she wondered as she sprung up in bed, panting. She scanned her bedroom. Yes, she was still in the extended stay hotel, but something was different. She looked to her closed door, then remembered.
Michael was on the other side, sleeping. Wait a minute. She frowned. It sounded like he was whispering. Her first inkling was that he was on his smartphone talking to another woman. Enraged, she was about to kick him out in the snow, when she cracked open the door to see his back to her. He was sitting at her small table praying. She strained to hear parts of his private prayer.
“Jesus, this isn’t about me, but Desi. Bless her abundantly for the pain I caused her…”
Quietly closing her door, this time she felt safe enough to keep it unlocked. Her heart melted at his concern for her. She climbed back under the cover, wishing that the past months had been nothing but a dream.
The next morning, Desi woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. At first, she panicked that someone was in her apartment. Then she remembered Michael had stayed the night. Desi snatched her robe off the chair and headed to the bathroom and reappeared refreshed. When she rounded the wall to the kitchen, Michael was there bare-chested making pancakes. And just think, at one time, he was all hers. Desi dismissed the melancholic mood as she spied the cover and sheets on the couch. They had been neatly folded and put aside. Glancing up, a sexy smile stretched across his face. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind me taking the liberty to cook you breakfast.”
Tilting her head, Desi studied him. He looked tired despite the smile he gave her. She thought about him praying last night. “I don’t. I’ll set the table.” Michael had already done it. “Do you want me to take those out while you freshen up?”
“Sure, I’ll jump in the shower if you don’t mind. You can eat
“There’s only one bathroom, so I’ll go first,” she said, handing him items for his makeshift bed.
While she brushed her teeth and dressed for bed, Michael grabbed things out of his backpack. When he had packed it earlier, he never dreamed that he would be spending the night. As a matter of fact, Michael didn’t know what kind of reception Desi would give him, especially after she warned him not to come uninvited. But when the snow was forecasted, he risked her wrath to be with her and it paid off. “Thank You, Lord.”
Not long after coming out of the bathroom, Desi went straight into her bedroom and called from behind closed doors that he could go into the bathroom. Gathering his pajama bottoms, he wondered what she was wearing. He found out when he came out the bathroom. She was walking around in plaid two-piece flannel PJs. Ugh .
He watched as she checked the door and turned on the night light above the stove. In the shadows of the room, they stared at each other. Michael waited for her to make the first move and she did.
“Good night.” She walked passed him, went into her bedroom. Seconds later, the lock clicked on the door.
That action caused his heart to drop. He flopped onto the sofa. He folded his hands and rested them on his forehead. “Jesus, Your Word says You will complete the work You set out to do. Lord, please remember us in Your work.”
Michael prepared the sofa and stretched out. He didn’t know how long he tossed and turned. Of course the couch was uncomfortable, but it was Desi locking the door that kept him awake. Finally, with determination, he drifted off to sleep.
A faint sound stirred Michael from his slumber. He blinked and took in his surroundings, remembering where he was. As he shifted on the couch, he heard it again. Straining his ears, Michael stood. He quietly moved closer to Desi bedroom door to confirm that she was crying.
CHAPTER ~14~
“You cheated on me…” Desi hadn’t had that nightmare in a while. Why tonight? she wondered as she sprung up in bed, panting. She scanned her bedroom. Yes, she was still in the extended stay hotel, but something was different. She looked to her closed door, then remembered.
Michael was on the other side, sleeping. Wait a minute. She frowned. It sounded like he was whispering. Her first inkling was that he was on his smartphone talking to another woman. Enraged, she was about to kick him out in the snow, when she cracked open the door to see his back to her. He was sitting at her small table praying. She strained to hear parts of his private prayer.
“Jesus, this isn’t about me, but Desi. Bless her abundantly for the pain I caused her…”
Quietly closing her door, this time she felt safe enough to keep it unlocked. Her heart melted at his concern for her. She climbed back under the cover, wishing that the past months had been nothing but a dream.
The next morning, Desi woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. At first, she panicked that someone was in her apartment. Then she remembered Michael had stayed the night. Desi snatched her robe off the chair and headed to the bathroom and reappeared refreshed. When she rounded the wall to the kitchen, Michael was there bare-chested making pancakes. And just think, at one time, he was all hers. Desi dismissed the melancholic mood as she spied the cover and sheets on the couch. They had been neatly folded and put aside. Glancing up, a sexy smile stretched across his face. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind me taking the liberty to cook you breakfast.”
Tilting her head, Desi studied him. He looked tired despite the smile he gave her. She thought about him praying last night. “I don’t. I’ll set the table.” Michael had already done it. “Do you want me to take those out while you freshen up?”
“Sure, I’ll jump in the shower if you don’t mind. You can eat
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