“Why did that make you sad?”
“Because no one has ever thought of me like that. I know it’s silly, and I feel completely stupid for thinking it. I guess I was just upset, and a little jealous. No one is ever going to love me that deeply. All the men at Control, they love their women like that?” she asked.
He nodded. “Not all love is like that though.”
“I want that. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You didn’t even hesitate.”
“It’s what I want, babe. I want that kind of love.” He took her hand, and gave it a squeeze. “Maybe we could find that with each other?”
“Do you really think that is possible?”
“Anything is possible. You’ve just got to give yourself a chance to believe.”
****
Edward left her long enough to get changed, and when her usual jeans and long sleeved shirt were in place, she met him in the kitchen for breakfast. There was nothing out of the ordinary so far. They talked about the latest headlines in the paper, and about the quality of the bacon and eggs.
She couldn’t get their conversation out of her head.
“It’s what I want, babe. I want that kind of love. Maybe we could find that with each other?”
“Do you really think that is possible?”
“Anything is possible. You’ve just got to give yourself a chance to believe.”
Was it possible for Edward to fall in love with her? She already knew her feelings for him. She loved him, knew without a doubt that she did. Her feelings when it came to him had been building from that very first time he walked into the diner.
She had been captivated by him, and now, she wanted to be everything he needed.
It had been nearly two weeks since he had taken her kit from her, and she hadn’t felt the need for it. There was no weekly ritual in her life for the kit. It wasn’t like she set a day every week, and then stuck to it.
The only time she had used it was when she couldn’t stand not to. The longest she had been without hurting herself was three months. Three months she could handle. Two weeks were a piece of cake.
Cleaning the dishes, she felt Edward close beside her. He stood, drying up the dishes that she washed.
The cut on her thigh was all healed up, and she didn’t know how to tell him.
Her body was on fire for him. She wanted him so badly. Her dreams at night were getting hotter.
With no release, she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything else. His hands looked so big, and she wondered what they would be like on her bod
y, touching her. Her imagination was running riot right now.
“My legs are fine,” she said, blurting the words out, and cringing as she finished.
“I’m sorry?”
“My leg. It’s fine. No more damage.” She had still covered it with tape just in case. She didn’t want to risk the scab opening up and bleeding.
Handing him the final plate, she cleaned the sink up and washed her hands.
“Show me,” he said.
Staring at him, and around the kitchen, she licked her dry lips. She wasn’t nervous about showing him her healed leg. No, she was more nervous about him discovering the truth of her arousal. She was wet. Even her panties were wet.