over and kiss her awake on her sleep-warmed cheek every morning. The thought of exploring her mouth to start the day was naturally where his mind would’ve gone if she had remained in his bed. That, and more. But something told him she would turn away. Probably with a squeal and a, “Ew, no. Dragon breath.” Funny how even his thoughts had adjusted to what he felt she’d want instead of his natural inclination of kissing her or waxing his beard first thing in the morning. “Man, I’m a goner,” he screamed to the empty room and chuckled.
Of course, for it to play out his way, he’d have to get her to stay for more than a fuck, or five. He wanted Stacy in every corner of his life and he had to be honest with himself, he wouldn’t settle for half of her. He would play along for a while in an effort to win her over to the idea of more, but if his progress stalled, he’d have to throw in the towel. Not that he was the type to give up, but he wouldn’t be just her fuck buddy, not for long, anyway. Granted, she had promised more than one night, but it was still just sex for her.
Not that sex was a bad thing. Shit, it was the opposite, in fact. And sex with her was cataclysmic. He always knew it would be that way when he was truly in love—deeply and madly in love, not just the youthful blush that turns you inside out with no purpose beyond that—the lasting love that not only turns you inside out, it does so with the purpose of inventorying your bones and marking them as owned.
Realizing how deep his feelings for Stacy ran made him think of Sam for a brief moment. They’d been like a hair band power ballad, struggling but making it for the sake of love. It didn’t take long for both of them to realize the love they shared, while genuine, wasn’t the kind marriages were built upon. Friendships, yes, but happy families, not so much.
They weren’t exactly unhappy, they were just, eh. Or so he thought, until the day his classes ended early to prep for the category 4 that was headed into the gulf. He always thought the sight of his life crumbling down around him would be more menacing, more, strike fear in his heart before it stopped kind of thing, but nah. Unless you consider a ‘79 Monte menacing, which no one ever has.
The car parked in front of the trailer they called home, coupled with the tell-tale rocking motion of the trailer, left no question what was happening. His lack of piss and vinegar about the whole situation proved their love wasn’t like that. He picked up his daughter from preschool and called Sam to let her know they were hunkered down at his mom’s.
Sadly, those few days were the last time he shared anything real with his mom. She let the drugs take over and stayed in that dark place for years.
He never mentioned the Monte to anyone, not even Sam. They continued on that way for four more years. Four more sexless years. As hungry as he was for adult companionship, he never cheated, not even in getting close to another woman and confiding. To him, that was more intimate than sex. Sex was an action where you shared physical pleasure, but opening up to someone was a connection that didn’t end when you put your pants on.
Then one day, Sam disappeared and took his little sunshine munchkin with her. Macy would be fifteen now. He often wondered what she looked like and if she thought of him fondly. Sam wasn’t a vindictive person, the Sam he thought he knew anyway, but he couldn’t help but wonder what she told his daughter about Daddy and why they went away.
Dax damn near went broke looking for them over the years, but found nothing. Not a single crumb or trail. Not until Andy put Chuck on the case. They picked up Sam’s scent a few months back in Wyoming, of all places, but she was already in the wind and there was no sign Macy had been with her.
Maybe that played into his genealogy obsession. He wanted to be able to tell his daughter all about where they originated, that she was
Of course, for it to play out his way, he’d have to get her to stay for more than a fuck, or five. He wanted Stacy in every corner of his life and he had to be honest with himself, he wouldn’t settle for half of her. He would play along for a while in an effort to win her over to the idea of more, but if his progress stalled, he’d have to throw in the towel. Not that he was the type to give up, but he wouldn’t be just her fuck buddy, not for long, anyway. Granted, she had promised more than one night, but it was still just sex for her.
Not that sex was a bad thing. Shit, it was the opposite, in fact. And sex with her was cataclysmic. He always knew it would be that way when he was truly in love—deeply and madly in love, not just the youthful blush that turns you inside out with no purpose beyond that—the lasting love that not only turns you inside out, it does so with the purpose of inventorying your bones and marking them as owned.
Realizing how deep his feelings for Stacy ran made him think of Sam for a brief moment. They’d been like a hair band power ballad, struggling but making it for the sake of love. It didn’t take long for both of them to realize the love they shared, while genuine, wasn’t the kind marriages were built upon. Friendships, yes, but happy families, not so much.
They weren’t exactly unhappy, they were just, eh. Or so he thought, until the day his classes ended early to prep for the category 4 that was headed into the gulf. He always thought the sight of his life crumbling down around him would be more menacing, more, strike fear in his heart before it stopped kind of thing, but nah. Unless you consider a ‘79 Monte menacing, which no one ever has.
The car parked in front of the trailer they called home, coupled with the tell-tale rocking motion of the trailer, left no question what was happening. His lack of piss and vinegar about the whole situation proved their love wasn’t like that. He picked up his daughter from preschool and called Sam to let her know they were hunkered down at his mom’s.
Sadly, those few days were the last time he shared anything real with his mom. She let the drugs take over and stayed in that dark place for years.
He never mentioned the Monte to anyone, not even Sam. They continued on that way for four more years. Four more sexless years. As hungry as he was for adult companionship, he never cheated, not even in getting close to another woman and confiding. To him, that was more intimate than sex. Sex was an action where you shared physical pleasure, but opening up to someone was a connection that didn’t end when you put your pants on.
Then one day, Sam disappeared and took his little sunshine munchkin with her. Macy would be fifteen now. He often wondered what she looked like and if she thought of him fondly. Sam wasn’t a vindictive person, the Sam he thought he knew anyway, but he couldn’t help but wonder what she told his daughter about Daddy and why they went away.
Dax damn near went broke looking for them over the years, but found nothing. Not a single crumb or trail. Not until Andy put Chuck on the case. They picked up Sam’s scent a few months back in Wyoming, of all places, but she was already in the wind and there was no sign Macy had been with her.
Maybe that played into his genealogy obsession. He wanted to be able to tell his daughter all about where they originated, that she was
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