Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Netflix and Beard Rash

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Piz asked her.  Their plan of an all day make out session got knocked down considerably when he had unexpected plans at noon and 7:00 PM, but they still had a good chunk of time together. 

They put on a movie and snuggled on the couch for a few minutes, interlacing their hands together and chatting about their day.  She told him that she had hit her head on the car door during her road trip and it had given her a small headache that day.  A few minutes later cuddling gave way to their make out session, eventually getting down to just their jeans on the bed.

He gave her another back massage, kissing all the way down and making her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.  He kept telling her what a great kisser she was, how great it was to just look into her eyes.  "Your eyes are amazing."  Every time she opened her eyes, he was staring into them intently.  His eyes were a warm brown, always searching her own.  She felt naked looking into his eyes, like he could see straight into her psyche.

"Your eyes are always telling me a story in a language I can't understand." She told him.

He took her face in his hands, stroked her cheek, and continued to kiss her.  She felt she would never tire of kissing him.  It never got old, his sweetness and passion.  She was determined not to ruin this night with pressure of being exclusive.  She was just going to enjoy the moment.

But then he brought it up.  He brought up he was scared of hurting her, the way he had been hurt over and over.  All his past relationships had made him afraid of commitment.  "Life is pain," she said.  "Why not bring a little joy into it?" She talked about what Dawn had said about all relationships ending at some point, so why let that end date bother them now?

He talked about his first love, how he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.  She cheated on him.  His ex-wife, he suspected that she cheated.  He had still gotten hurt so many times that it would kill him to do something like that to someone else.  He stated how much it hurt to be in a perfect relationship, then years later have it all fall apart.

"Tis better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all" she quoted.  He smiled at her, and said he'd think about it.  She said "Hey, you might hate me by next week!"  He laughed, said it was doubtful.  He grabbed her by the waist and she stood on her toes to give him a kiss.

"You really are the perfect height.  I can wear heels and you are still taller, and all I have to do is come up on my toes a little to kiss you whenever I want." He smiled, touched her forehead with his own, circled her waist and drew her in for another kiss. 

He was so honest, so loving, so careful.  She was on the edge of the cliff yet again, waiting to see if he would jump with her...even for a short time.

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