“What do you think is going to happen? You have to go to the office, and I need clothes.”
“I want you here.” And you must always have your way. I didn’t say it out loud but it was evident from the weekend we’d just shared that he didn’t like the word ‘no’.
I’d tried more than once to leave, not because I wanted to, but because I really did want to check on mom and at least get a change of underwear. No dice. The first time I tried, he tackled me at the door and took me right there on my hands and knees, my head butting into the door each time he slammed into me.
Then he dragged me back to bed and did it all over again. In fact, of the last seventy two hours I think we spent maybe fifty having sex, or so it seemed. I’m not complaining, it’s amazing, and there wasn’t one time he reached for me that I wasn’t right there with him, and once I got over my shyness I did some of that reaching myself, but the feelings were almost too overwhelming. I was afraid that if I didn’t leave his sight soon, didn’t find some time to regroup, that I will totally and completely lose myself in him. The thought terrified me.
Then when he dropped me off at my house and took forever to say goodbye I was the one with tears in my eyes as I watched him disappear down the driveway. I needed to pull myself together and fast. How had we gone from zero to sixty this quick? I don’t think even Simone expected this outcome when she set things in motion. Not quite so soon at least.
After checking on mother and making sure she was okay, I retreated to my room after a long hot soak. Not even my bath felt the same without him there to take care of me. I missed him horribly and he hadn’t been gone that long. By the time Simone showed up I was a mess.
“Well damn you’re alive. I thought I was going to have to call out the national guard.” Just then the doorbell rang again and I opened it to a mountain of flowers with legs. Well that’s what it looked like at first glance. They were lavender roses, very rare and my favorites. Something I’d mentioned to him during one of our nightly talks over the long weekend. The delivery guy refused the offered tip as the sender had taken care of everything. I closed the door in shock and headed upstairs to my room with Simone hot on my heels.
“Ooh, there’s a card, lemme see.” She snatched the card from the mountain of flowers and I was too nonplussed to stop her snooping.
“Oh he’s good.” She held the card out to me with a big sappy grin as I read the words. ‘As beautiful and rare as these are, you have them beat hands down. Thanks for the most amazing weekend beautiful. See you soon. Jason.’
“I know what he’s trying to do, he’s trying to make me fall in love with him the bastard. Damn if I will.” There were tears in my eyes because I knew they were empty words. Bur I felt so stupid. Me, the one who was always the most level headed among my peers. How had I let this happen? How can I trust it?
“Too late for that.”
“What was that?” She mumbled it under her breath but I heard her loud and clear. Instead of an answer she rolled over on my bed stuffing licorice in her damn face.
I paced around my room trying to find the perfect place for the sixty or more flowers in the arrangement. I’d choose a place and then change it again, until I was making us both crazy.
“Oh, girlfriend you need to get out of the house; you’re going stir crazy.”
“I want to go see Jason. I should thank him for the flowers.” She gave me a knowing smirk and tugged me along out the door behind her. “Nope, we’re going to lunch and a little light shopping.”
“But…” I don’t remember if I’d promised him to stay in the house or not and said as much to her.
“You have a phone, that’s what it’s for.” We ended up going shopping before lunch and it was just what I needed. A couple hours of retail therapy. I spent most of it fighting her over the miniscule scraps of cloth she tried to convince me to buy. I’d never had much use for this type of lingerie before, but since she’d been right about everything else I took her word for it.
By the time lunchtime rolled around I was feeling much better. Still missing him, but no longer feeling like I was going to curl into a ball and die from the lack of his touch. He’d really done a number on me that’s for sure. Simone snatched my phone the third time I looked at it and put it away in her bag. “Oh you’ve got it bad.” She found my plight amusing.