when he saw me put the book away he floated towards me immediately.
"Anything wrong?" he asked. "Can I get you something? An extra pillow? Something to eat? Maybe some chocolate covered strawberries; I sense you're in the mood for them."
I was, he was right about that, so I indulged him. "Sure. That would be nice."
Mick smiled, then closed his eyes and rubbed his hands together. Smoke emerged from them and soon a big bowl of strawberries appeared on the table.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thank you, Mick." I grabbed one and ate it. It tasted great, but somehow left me empty. I didn't take another.
"What's wrong?" Mick asked concerned. "Aren't they good enough?"
I sighed. "Mick?" He looked at me tentatively.
"Yes?"
"I'm bored."
He shook his head. "I don't understand?"
"I'm bored. I don't know what to do. I'm just lying here in this bed doing nothing but reading these books and waiting for my leg to heal. Can't we go out or something? I long to go for a float in the Butterfly Garden. We haven't done that in awhile. Or maybe we could go fly over the castle? Or surf on the clouds? You used to love that."
"Not now," Mick said. "Raphael said you had to stay still, remember? Your leg isn't completely healed yet. These things take time. Flying around is way too much for you right now."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. His face was close to mine now. "Okay, then Mr. Super Protective, but then you'll have to at least kiss me," I whispered.
Mick smiled, and then his lips met mine. I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. We kissed a long time and it seemed to loosen him up slightly. His body relaxed and became less tense as he came closer and I felt his body close to mine. My kisses became more passionate and I wanted him even closer. I told him I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to be crazy for me, but it was like he somehow kept his distance and never was really into it.
"Don't you want me?" I whispered. "Don't you want to be close to me?"
"More than anything in this world," he moaned. "I'm just so afraid of hurting you."
"Well don't be. Just make love to me."
Then Mick finally gave into his desire and soon he was all over me. All over my body. He kissed my throat, my neck and touched me gently, yet passionately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness, the passion. But suddenly it felt so wrong. The pictures of the night on the cliffs when Mick had forced himself on me were back. They flickered in my head and I began hyperventilating again.
"No, no, no," I muttered.
Mick stopped and looked at me, and then he pulled away forcefully. I opened my eyes and looked into his. The hurt was back. I had hurt him.
"I'm doing it again," he said, agitated while moving away from me. "I'm hurting you."
I sat up in the bed. "No, Mick, please don't think that. It's just. Well, I don't know what's wrong with me, really. I just can't seem to escape it. It's probably just the pregnancy. I'm so terribly sorry, Mick."
"Don't you think I can feel how you freeze when I touch you?" he asked.
I hid my face in my hands. What was happening here? What was happening to us? Why couldn't I just forgive and forget? Was it really the pregnancy? Could it be hormones? Or was it deeper than that? Could this end up destroying my marriage? End up destroying us? I wasn't prepared to spend eternity without being able to be close to my husband, without being able to make love to him. Why couldn't I just let it go?
"I'm sorry," Mick, I said and reached my hand out toward him.
He turned his back at me then began floating towards the door. Just before he went through it he turned and looked at me.
"I'll be outside if you need me," he said.
Then he was gone.
C HAPTER 13
I THREW MYSELF on the bed crying. What had I done? I was ruining him with my foolish behavior. Why couldn't I just control my emotions? Put a lid on it?
I stared at the ceiling. Then I sat up. I grabbed the mirror that Mick had placed on the small bedside table when
"Anything wrong?" he asked. "Can I get you something? An extra pillow? Something to eat? Maybe some chocolate covered strawberries; I sense you're in the mood for them."
I was, he was right about that, so I indulged him. "Sure. That would be nice."
Mick smiled, then closed his eyes and rubbed his hands together. Smoke emerged from them and soon a big bowl of strawberries appeared on the table.
"Here you go," he said.
"Thank you, Mick." I grabbed one and ate it. It tasted great, but somehow left me empty. I didn't take another.
"What's wrong?" Mick asked concerned. "Aren't they good enough?"
I sighed. "Mick?" He looked at me tentatively.
"Yes?"
"I'm bored."
He shook his head. "I don't understand?"
"I'm bored. I don't know what to do. I'm just lying here in this bed doing nothing but reading these books and waiting for my leg to heal. Can't we go out or something? I long to go for a float in the Butterfly Garden. We haven't done that in awhile. Or maybe we could go fly over the castle? Or surf on the clouds? You used to love that."
"Not now," Mick said. "Raphael said you had to stay still, remember? Your leg isn't completely healed yet. These things take time. Flying around is way too much for you right now."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. His face was close to mine now. "Okay, then Mr. Super Protective, but then you'll have to at least kiss me," I whispered.
Mick smiled, and then his lips met mine. I grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. We kissed a long time and it seemed to loosen him up slightly. His body relaxed and became less tense as he came closer and I felt his body close to mine. My kisses became more passionate and I wanted him even closer. I told him I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to be crazy for me, but it was like he somehow kept his distance and never was really into it.
"Don't you want me?" I whispered. "Don't you want to be close to me?"
"More than anything in this world," he moaned. "I'm just so afraid of hurting you."
"Well don't be. Just make love to me."
Then Mick finally gave into his desire and soon he was all over me. All over my body. He kissed my throat, my neck and touched me gently, yet passionately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness, the passion. But suddenly it felt so wrong. The pictures of the night on the cliffs when Mick had forced himself on me were back. They flickered in my head and I began hyperventilating again.
"No, no, no," I muttered.
Mick stopped and looked at me, and then he pulled away forcefully. I opened my eyes and looked into his. The hurt was back. I had hurt him.
"I'm doing it again," he said, agitated while moving away from me. "I'm hurting you."
I sat up in the bed. "No, Mick, please don't think that. It's just. Well, I don't know what's wrong with me, really. I just can't seem to escape it. It's probably just the pregnancy. I'm so terribly sorry, Mick."
"Don't you think I can feel how you freeze when I touch you?" he asked.
I hid my face in my hands. What was happening here? What was happening to us? Why couldn't I just forgive and forget? Was it really the pregnancy? Could it be hormones? Or was it deeper than that? Could this end up destroying my marriage? End up destroying us? I wasn't prepared to spend eternity without being able to be close to my husband, without being able to make love to him. Why couldn't I just let it go?
"I'm sorry," Mick, I said and reached my hand out toward him.
He turned his back at me then began floating towards the door. Just before he went through it he turned and looked at me.
"I'll be outside if you need me," he said.
Then he was gone.
C HAPTER 13
I THREW MYSELF on the bed crying. What had I done? I was ruining him with my foolish behavior. Why couldn't I just control my emotions? Put a lid on it?
I stared at the ceiling. Then I sat up. I grabbed the mirror that Mick had placed on the small bedside table when
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