am more than capable of coming over here and sprinkling your flowers so they won’t die while you’re gone.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.” She continued spraying her appreciative flowers.
“I didn’t mean to bite your head off, either.” He stepped toward her, hugging her from the side. “I’m just cranky because you’re leaving.”
“That’s okay. I’m just going to set them out back. I don’t want you to have to worry about them. They’re just flowers.” The only thing that she looked forward to, coming to a home where no one else waited for her.
He left it alone and meandered around the yard while she finished up. Afterward, they went inside to wrestle with the awkwardness of the next couple hours. Darren rested on her bed and waited for her to shower and change into her gown. When she came out of the bathroom, he threw the magazine he’d been reading back on the nightstand.
“I have some boxer shorts if you need them after your shower.” She released her hair from the French twist she’d made to keep her hair dry.
“I don’t even want to ask who they belong to.” He started to stand up.
Elise threw a pillow at him from her bed. “They’re mine, you punk. I like to occasionally wear them to bed. They might not fit you, but we could always try.”
He moved around the bed to where she was folding the covers back and kissed her shoulder. His large hands held her firmly by her sides. “I think I’ll pass. I’ll just have to sleep in the buff tonight.” A grin appeared on his face.
Elise whipped around and stood face to face with him. “Darren, I need to wake up at five o’clock, the latest.”
Before she could finish objecting, he cupped the back of her neck and drew her in with one fell swoop. His passion ravished her, diminishing her protest. Her eyes closed as he moved from her lips to her neck, and then to the shoulder where he had pulled her gown down. Her body jolted inside from the charge he was sending her.
Darren never made it to the shower that night and Elise never made it to set her alarm for five o’clock. When the sun’s rays finally broke through the cracks in her blinds, she flew awake like the resurrection of a coma victim.
“Oh, shit! Darren, wake up! I overslept.” She jumped out of bed so quickly she didn’t realize she was still naked. She dashed to the bathroom faster than his eyes had time to focus.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the bedside clock. After the time it took to figure out where he was and what was happening, he jumped up and grabbed his pants that still lay by the bed. “We’ll be fine, Elise.”
He yelled through the bathroom door, over the sounds of running water and a lot of profanity spoken by her.
She swung the door open with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth and her hair strung out in several different directions. “I’m screwed,” she sputtered out, toothpaste dripping down her chin.
“Nonsense. It’s only six thirty. I can drive like a NASCAR driver to the airport.”
“I doubt I could make it with wings at this point.” She spit the last amount of paste from her mouth and then lassoed her hair into a band. Luckily she had picked an outfit out the night before. She slipped it on and powered blush on her cheeks at the same time. Darren carried her suitcases out to his car and came back inside, ramming his bare feet into his dress shoes. He paced back and forth before throwing the covers up over her bed. Elise threw on some comfortable flats as she grabbed her overnight case over her shoulder. She snatched the tickets and her purse before locking the house and running to the car with Darren.
On the way to the airport she closed her eyes and prayed she wouldn’t miss her flight. Darren drove with stealth and agility between the daily commuting cars. “Baby, you’re going to make it. I’m so sorry we’re late.”
“It’s not your fault. I just feel like I missed something.” She looked back, wondering
“I didn’t mean to offend you.” She continued spraying her appreciative flowers.
“I didn’t mean to bite your head off, either.” He stepped toward her, hugging her from the side. “I’m just cranky because you’re leaving.”
“That’s okay. I’m just going to set them out back. I don’t want you to have to worry about them. They’re just flowers.” The only thing that she looked forward to, coming to a home where no one else waited for her.
He left it alone and meandered around the yard while she finished up. Afterward, they went inside to wrestle with the awkwardness of the next couple hours. Darren rested on her bed and waited for her to shower and change into her gown. When she came out of the bathroom, he threw the magazine he’d been reading back on the nightstand.
“I have some boxer shorts if you need them after your shower.” She released her hair from the French twist she’d made to keep her hair dry.
“I don’t even want to ask who they belong to.” He started to stand up.
Elise threw a pillow at him from her bed. “They’re mine, you punk. I like to occasionally wear them to bed. They might not fit you, but we could always try.”
He moved around the bed to where she was folding the covers back and kissed her shoulder. His large hands held her firmly by her sides. “I think I’ll pass. I’ll just have to sleep in the buff tonight.” A grin appeared on his face.
Elise whipped around and stood face to face with him. “Darren, I need to wake up at five o’clock, the latest.”
Before she could finish objecting, he cupped the back of her neck and drew her in with one fell swoop. His passion ravished her, diminishing her protest. Her eyes closed as he moved from her lips to her neck, and then to the shoulder where he had pulled her gown down. Her body jolted inside from the charge he was sending her.
Darren never made it to the shower that night and Elise never made it to set her alarm for five o’clock. When the sun’s rays finally broke through the cracks in her blinds, she flew awake like the resurrection of a coma victim.
“Oh, shit! Darren, wake up! I overslept.” She jumped out of bed so quickly she didn’t realize she was still naked. She dashed to the bathroom faster than his eyes had time to focus.
He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the bedside clock. After the time it took to figure out where he was and what was happening, he jumped up and grabbed his pants that still lay by the bed. “We’ll be fine, Elise.”
He yelled through the bathroom door, over the sounds of running water and a lot of profanity spoken by her.
She swung the door open with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth and her hair strung out in several different directions. “I’m screwed,” she sputtered out, toothpaste dripping down her chin.
“Nonsense. It’s only six thirty. I can drive like a NASCAR driver to the airport.”
“I doubt I could make it with wings at this point.” She spit the last amount of paste from her mouth and then lassoed her hair into a band. Luckily she had picked an outfit out the night before. She slipped it on and powered blush on her cheeks at the same time. Darren carried her suitcases out to his car and came back inside, ramming his bare feet into his dress shoes. He paced back and forth before throwing the covers up over her bed. Elise threw on some comfortable flats as she grabbed her overnight case over her shoulder. She snatched the tickets and her purse before locking the house and running to the car with Darren.
On the way to the airport she closed her eyes and prayed she wouldn’t miss her flight. Darren drove with stealth and agility between the daily commuting cars. “Baby, you’re going to make it. I’m so sorry we’re late.”
“It’s not your fault. I just feel like I missed something.” She looked back, wondering
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