“Can I come in?”
I shake my head, “Yeah, sorry.”
“I made your favorite.”
She pours us both a glass of her favorite wine, “The expensive stuff?”
“Anything for you,” I state.
She gives me a smile and it threatens to melt me into a puddle. What this woman does to me still confuses me. I’ve never met anyone like her.
We take a seat at the table across from each other. I watch her intently as she takes a sip of wine. My eyes gravitate to her throat, the way it bobs as she swallows makes my pants snug.
I take a deep breath as she eats a forkful of salmon. I’m waiting for her to speak, but it’s making me a little crazy.
She moans from the taste of her food, and I’m close to exploding. I haven’t heard my favorite sound in so long. I clear my throat, trying to focus and get my swollen dick in check.
“What did you want to talk about, Mercy?”
She puts her fork down and grips the sides of her chair, “What happened.”
“You came here to talk about my son?”
“I don’t want to talk about him, Liam, I wanted to talk about what happened after.”
I nod, “Good. I definitely have questions about that.”
She picks up her wine glass and takes a long gulp. “What are your questions?”
“Can we sit on the couch? This feels weird.” She asks.
“We can sit anywhere you want to.”
I adjust myself slightly and follow her, and she sits in our corner of the couch where she has fallen asleep in my arms so many times. After she was gone it became a source of comfort. Or was it torture? I’m not sure.
“Why, Mercy? What did I do? I’ve tried so hard to figure it out, but I can’t.”
A tear falls down her cheek, “Liam, it was nothing you did.”
I take a seat on the other end of the couch, “Then why?”
“I knew after seeing me like that you could never look at me the same again. It’s different now. You will never get that image of me out of your head. You won’t want to be with me sexually. That night changed everything for us. It could never be the same.”
I rub the stubble on my jaw, “That’s why I’ve been tortured with living a life without you?”
“You aren’t the only one, Liam.”
My head snaps as I stare at her, and she says, “That’s been tortured, don’t be stupid.”
“Did you just call me stupid?”
She grins, “Nope. I said don’t be stupid.”
“Mercy, that night, while it changed everything between me and my son, changed nothing between you and me. I love you just as much as I did then. I want you just as much as I did then. I don’t see you differently.”
“But you wouldn’t kiss me.”
“Jesus Mercy. I said not until we talked. Do you actually think I didn’t want to kiss you?”