She didn’t want to miss the stars that were starting to appear, but once again, her lids became heavy and she closed her eyes. As she began to lay back, her head bumped something hard. Sitting back up she notice a basket had appeared. It was overflowing with cheese, fresh fruits and wine. But there were two glasses, and she was…alone.
Closing her eyes again, she slowly opened them, waiting to see what would appear this time. It wasn’t more food, but instead, something so much more delicious. It was Ethan. He was sitting beside her on the blanket, pouring them each a glass of wine. He said nothing as he handed it to her. She took a sip and savored the sweet taste. Then took another and noticed Ethan wasn’t taking his eyes off her. What was he looking at? What did he want?
Her tongue traced her lips. I know what I want. She reached out to him, pulled him close, and let her lips meet his. He tasted like…coffee, hot black coffee. She willed her eyes to stay open, but they didn’t obey as she melted into him.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t on the beach any longer, but in the Potters’ kitchen and Ethan was sitting at the table still watching her. She brought him a plate of steak and eggs, cooked to perfection. But when she placed it down in front of him, Ethan reached out for her, pulling her down onto his lap and claimed her lips. There was nothing slow or gentle. His hunger wasn’t for food. And neither was hers.
Ethan placed his hands on her waist, picked her up and sat her on the table causing his plate of food tumbling and crashing on the floor. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered right now except for this moment. As Ethan kissed his way down her neck, she arched her back begging for more. Her eyes closed and instantly she heard the knock on the kitchen door. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She knew what would happen if she did. This would end, and she didn’t want it to. It might just be a dream, but it was the beginning of a damn good one.
The knock came again, this time followed by a woman’s voice. “Kollette. Kollette, it’s dinner time.”
Rolling over she forced her eyes open. It was back to reality. She was alone in a cold bed. The only thing warm right now was her from a dream of someone she had allowed herself to think about. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell my subconscious that.
“I’ll be right there Mabel,” she called out. She was going to need a few minutes to gather herself. The last thing she wanted was to walk out of her bedroom all flush from her dream. She didn’t think Roy and Mabel were going to pick up on it, but she feared Ethan might. They were going to be playing games again tonight, and she didn’t want it to become…awkward.
When she finally joined them in the kitchen, she noticed Ethan looked as though they had just wakened him as well. She doubted however, that his sleep was as restless as hers. But there he was, watching her just as he had in her dream. It caused a shiver to run through her body.
“Are you cold? Do you want a sweater?” Mabel asked.
“No. I’m fine,” she said avoiding Ethan’s eyes.
It’s just my imagination. That’s all.
“Since the two of you decided to sleep all afternoon, I thought you might need something really good for dessert tonight,” Mabel said.
Roy grinned. “I talked her into making chocolate cake. My favorite.”
“Don’t listen to him. All desserts are his favorite. If he had his way, that’s all he’d eat morning, noon and night.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” Roy asked.
Mabel leaned over and kissed Roy briefly. “I want you around for a very long time Roy, and if it means I have to make you eat your vegetables, I’ll do it.”
Roy grabbed hold of Mabel and pulled her close to him. “You’re all the sweet I need anyway,” he said before kissing her soundly.
Guess I’m not the only one wanting some loving. By the look of those two, they were going to call it a night really early. Which meant even more time alone for her with Ethan. That wasn’t going to be good. Not tonight.
Sure enough dinner went too quickly and Mabel and Roy didn’t even touch the cake. Ethan offered for them to clean up and no one even questioned it.
Now alone Ethan said, “Are you in a rush to do the dishes?”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because there is a chocolate cake, uncut. It’s driving me crazy.”
“You wouldn’t do it. Roy said that’s his favorite. You should save it for him,” she said firmly.
Ethan laughed and leaned in closer to her. “Do you really think he’s thinking about cake right now?”
She gave him a playful slap. “You’re so bad. I can’t believe you said that.”
“But you’re thinking it too and you know it,” he said.
Kollette blushed and turned away. “Are you going to wash or dry?”
“I’m going to have cake,” he said. She heard the cupboard open and then he asked, “Should I get one or two plates?”
She wanted to say one, but that’s not what came out of her mouth. “Two.” Ethan chuckled and she turned around glaring at him. “That did not count as you winning. It was a question and I answered with my decision.”