Back up, wait a second…that was yesterday morning…
I find that this morning I am lying on my back, and when I open my eyes, I am gazing up at a ceiling not of dark wooden beams but of intricate crown-molding and fine tiling. The yielding cotton-knit sheets on the bed I
“Good morning, Dorrie.” He’s lying on his side, his head propped on his hand, his hair not very tousled at all considering…
“Hallo, Whizzy,” my voice comes out more hoarse and unsure than I intend it to be. Whizzy raises his eyebrows and inhales deeply.
“I suppose I should have expected you to react less than delighted to see me like this so early in the morning,” he begins, his expression betraying ill-concealed disappointment. I quickly turn to him before he can roll away and my hand instantly grabs his hip, stilling him.
“No!” now my voice is much louder and more forceful than I intend. “I mean,” I begin before I lean over and kiss his lips softly, reveling in their smooth feel as I dawdle kisses across them. “Good morning, Whizzy.” I lower my eyes to the golden sheets below his body. “I don’t know how to thank you for being there for me, what I mean to say is, it means so much to me that you were there for me, oh, hell, I don’t know how to say the right words.” I duck my head, deciding to shut up before I say something even more wrong.
“I understand what it is you are trying to say,” Whizzy lifts my chin with nimble fingers, “You do not have to elaborate.” He wisps his thumb under and around my chin, a gesture of knowing. I slide my arm around his narrow waist, burrowing up into him.
“Please, just hold me,” I whisper. “I’m all jumbled inside. I don’t know what comes next for me now.”
“What do you mean?” he queries, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what to do now.”
“Then stay here with me until you decide.” He pulls back and catches my eyes. “You can stay as long as you need, as long as you like. You should not be alone right now and I am more than happy to have you here with me.”
I glance at him with worry. I’m so confused about everything right now but it feels so good to be here with him. “I have extra bedrooms, if that is what concerns you.” He pets the side of my hair, an action that makes me feel warm and reassured. “What happened last night need not happen again if it is not what you want. You mean too much to me…so I will not pressure you in any way whatsoever. How do you feel about that?”
I start to grow misty-eyed. He really does care for me, care about me. I don’t know where I’d be right now without him, probably dead of a broken heart many times over. I nod my head. “I like being with you this way, Whizzy. You feel wonderful. I want to be near you, whether or not we have, well, we have, well, you know.” I’m silly and shy around him in a way I’m not when I was around Charlie. I decide to lean over and kiss him soundly, deeply, wholly, rolling my tongue slowly across his teeth as he returns my ministrations. When I pull back he looks at me quizzically.
“Why did you do that?” he asks.
“That’s for being you. For saving me,” I reply.
“At your service, my lady.” His response sends chills through me, the warm kind. His roguish grin and meaningful look make me smile widely as I lay back and he follows my body. “But Dorrie, I would not want you to feel compelled to be with me in this manner or to feel obligated to me in any way. I could not live knowing that you were not sure of me, of this.” At his words, he sweeps a hand down the length of my torso, above the sheet.
When our eyes meet again I am filled with faith. “I need you, Whizzy. I want to be with you.”
“As you wish,” he whispers before he covers my body with his own…