her downcast demeanor, I felt every shred of anger I had for her melt away. I realized how much I wanted to see her happy.
“Well I know you got off work early yesterday because you felt under the weather. And then you never came down to the bar last night to see me. You just sent me a text saying you didn’t feel well and was heading to bed.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.” She looked up at me, but when I met her gaze, her quickly looked away.
“I stopped by after I received your last text with some homemade chicken noodle soup, but you didn’t answer your door.”
“What? You cooked?” There was a genuine look of surprise on her face.
I chuckled, glad to see something besides sadness on her face. “Okay, you got me. I didn’t cook. It is homemade though!”
I saw the confusion on her face and laughed. “Some nice lady at a restaurant made it. She said it was a family recipe.” I pulled her closer to me and gave her a wink. “But I did walk five miles in the blistering cold, uphill both ways, and even fought off a homeless person to get the soup.”
She giggled and rolled her eyes. “What does that really mean?” she challenged.
“Okay. Fine, fine. It wasn’t cold at all and there were no hills. But there was a bum, but he was fast asleep on a corner of the street.” I shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile. “And I just walked down the block and back.”
“You’re such a liar.” She slapped me playfully against the chest and smiled up at me. Yes, the smile is back. As the warmth of her smile radiated through me, I realized how much I’d missed that smile—how much I’d lived for that smile.
“Sorry about last night. I was really tired and didn’t want to get out of bed. I must have been asleep when you stopped by with the soup. I’m sorry you went to the trouble for nothing.” She frowned apologetically.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you got a chance to rest. And don’t worry about the soup. I gave it to the homeless guy. Seemed like he was in need of a good meal.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” She pulled me down and kissed me gently. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” she whispered between our lips.
“Anything to see a smile on those lips.” I smiled at her and wished I could push the doubts from my head. “So how are you feeling today?”
“I’m okay now.” She gave me a reassuring smile.
“You sure?”
She nodded. She pulled me closer and buried her face into my chest. “It’s good to see you,” she whispered.
I let out a deep sigh and held her tight around me, wishing things could be this simple, with her in my arms. The warmth of her body within my arms seemed to wash away all the anxiety and frustration I’d been feeling. You have no idea how much I need you . You are my oxygen, and I need you to feel alive. I wanted to say these things to her, but something made me hold back those words. I couldn’t bare my soul to her when I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.
“So you want to grab breakfast or something?” she asked, finally breaking the perfect silence between us.
“Actually, I had another idea.” I smiled down at her and felt a need grow at the pit of my stomach. My cock twitched, reminding me what had been missing for the last few days.
“Does it involve food? I’m starving.”
“Sure. We’ll pick up some food on the way.” I grabbed her hand. “Come on. Grab your keys. I want to show you something.”
I saw the confusion in her eyes. “What?”
“Come on! I bought something and I want you to see it!” I led her down the stairs.
“What’s gotten into you? What did you get?” She looked at me nervously as I pushed open the front door leading out to the street.
“Isn’t it fucking sick?” I motioned to the sleek black Mustang.
“What? You bought a car?” Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the car in disbelief.
“Come on! Jump in!” I opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get
“Well I know you got off work early yesterday because you felt under the weather. And then you never came down to the bar last night to see me. You just sent me a text saying you didn’t feel well and was heading to bed.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.” She looked up at me, but when I met her gaze, her quickly looked away.
“I stopped by after I received your last text with some homemade chicken noodle soup, but you didn’t answer your door.”
“What? You cooked?” There was a genuine look of surprise on her face.
I chuckled, glad to see something besides sadness on her face. “Okay, you got me. I didn’t cook. It is homemade though!”
I saw the confusion on her face and laughed. “Some nice lady at a restaurant made it. She said it was a family recipe.” I pulled her closer to me and gave her a wink. “But I did walk five miles in the blistering cold, uphill both ways, and even fought off a homeless person to get the soup.”
She giggled and rolled her eyes. “What does that really mean?” she challenged.
“Okay. Fine, fine. It wasn’t cold at all and there were no hills. But there was a bum, but he was fast asleep on a corner of the street.” I shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile. “And I just walked down the block and back.”
“You’re such a liar.” She slapped me playfully against the chest and smiled up at me. Yes, the smile is back. As the warmth of her smile radiated through me, I realized how much I’d missed that smile—how much I’d lived for that smile.
“Sorry about last night. I was really tired and didn’t want to get out of bed. I must have been asleep when you stopped by with the soup. I’m sorry you went to the trouble for nothing.” She frowned apologetically.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you got a chance to rest. And don’t worry about the soup. I gave it to the homeless guy. Seemed like he was in need of a good meal.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” She pulled me down and kissed me gently. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” she whispered between our lips.
“Anything to see a smile on those lips.” I smiled at her and wished I could push the doubts from my head. “So how are you feeling today?”
“I’m okay now.” She gave me a reassuring smile.
“You sure?”
She nodded. She pulled me closer and buried her face into my chest. “It’s good to see you,” she whispered.
I let out a deep sigh and held her tight around me, wishing things could be this simple, with her in my arms. The warmth of her body within my arms seemed to wash away all the anxiety and frustration I’d been feeling. You have no idea how much I need you . You are my oxygen, and I need you to feel alive. I wanted to say these things to her, but something made me hold back those words. I couldn’t bare my soul to her when I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.
“So you want to grab breakfast or something?” she asked, finally breaking the perfect silence between us.
“Actually, I had another idea.” I smiled down at her and felt a need grow at the pit of my stomach. My cock twitched, reminding me what had been missing for the last few days.
“Does it involve food? I’m starving.”
“Sure. We’ll pick up some food on the way.” I grabbed her hand. “Come on. Grab your keys. I want to show you something.”
I saw the confusion in her eyes. “What?”
“Come on! I bought something and I want you to see it!” I led her down the stairs.
“What’s gotten into you? What did you get?” She looked at me nervously as I pushed open the front door leading out to the street.
“Isn’t it fucking sick?” I motioned to the sleek black Mustang.
“What? You bought a car?” Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the car in disbelief.
“Come on! Jump in!” I opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get
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