So, I take this same notion with me as I battle my monster, only I need someone by my side to fight with me.
Alexander is that person for me.
Once finished with our meal we sat at the breakfast counter and shared a slice of delicious tiramisu he had hidden away in the fridge. We made sure to devour every morsel before claiming our bellies happy and content.
I turned my body to face his and caught him studying me.
I’m Gonna Beby The Proclaimers wraps up then switches toUnder the Bridgeby Red Hot Chili Peppers setting the perfect mood of our sadness and suffering we’ve faced since the news came to light.
This feeling is real. I want this man in my life. In my heart.
Nothing else matters.
He placed a hand on my knee and pushed them open so he could move his body inward.
“I missed you, so damn much.”
“I missed ye too.” I couldn’t get over how natural those words felt. These days apart have been hell on the both of us, and I know exactly what he needs from me.
My heart-to-heart therapy session with Gran helped me solidify a few lingering doubts about mine and Alexander’s relationship. I wanted to show him just how much my words mean when I say them, but he was the one to speak first.
“Please forgive me, I never-
“Shhh.” I placed a finger to his lips, “No talking.” He needed to know where we stood. I slowly removed my finger, “there is nothing to forgive. Ye did the right thing. I see that now.” I cup his face and kiss him tenderly, “thank ye for protecting me.”
His shoulders sag in relief and his arms come around my waist as he deepens our kiss. Tongues tangle and beautiful tension builds, his silence is expressive in the most harmonious of ways.
I want him, no,I need him.
I leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear, “Shall we have more tiramisu?”
He knew it wasn’t the second container in the fridge I wanted, it wassomuch more than that.
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
I did so then he started down the corridor, my giggles abounding in the small space. We entered the bedroom, my dark dwelling.
No more darkness. It’s time to cast myself in light, allow this man to see me.
As we pass through the threshold, I flick the overhead light on. His approving stare sends a skitter of hunger through me. Alexander is a visual man; nothing turns him on more than to view every inch of my body. The curves I’ve always thought as a nuisance, that extra stone or more they say I should be rid of, and my marks I’ve had since age eleven, all of this had me covering my body.
No longer.
Alexander praises my physique, drools at the thought of placing his hands on my thick thighs, round bottom, or full breasts. He admires my strength and everything I’ve overcome.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to blurt out everything, so why can I not find my own voice?
“We can take this slow-
I planted a kiss on his lips to silence him, my desperation flaring to life, my mind ready to let everything out in the open, but still the words would not come.
My fingers ran through his hair then I released my legs from his hips and rested my hands on his shoulders. His arms encase me in his grasp, unwilling to let go.
I do noteverwant him to let me go.
Our eyes locked, the weight of my whispers felt in the room even before the words were said.
“I need ye to own me, Alexander. Please, only ye. Yer touch is the only thing to take away the memories of my monster.” A tear slips free, “I only need ye.”