Why doesn’t he call? I hate silence! He texted about big changes then nothing for two days. Argh! I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. It worked!
“I have a surprise for you,” he said without preamble. I was relieved to hear his beautiful voice.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“You’ll like this,” he insisted, chuckling. He sounded very cheerful.
“I’m out of the house. Forever.”
“WHAT? You left her??” I couldn’t breathe. Could my dreams be coming true?
“I never thought you’d do it.”
“I told you I would…” he sighed.
“You are a man of your word. What next?”
“I got keys to the East Elm place… the third one we saw. My stuff is in the truck. I’m headed there to unpack,” he explained.
Stunned. Men don’t leave their wives. My man is different.
“Pick you up?”
“Hmmm….yes. When?” I do not dither when he asks me out.
“Now. I’m parked one block over.” He’s careful not to risk the neighbors seeing us.
“Yes! I’m putting on clothes.”
“Don’t wear underwear.”
“Oh… alright,” Naughty man.
“We can bless the mattress from the cabin,” he growled.
“Ooooh! You have the best ideas,” I whispered.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you!” He crowed.
“YES! No more stolen afternoons in a hotel!”
He had done it! We had talked about this for ages but it suddenly hit me. Together. Alone. Wow. After three years, we’d have a place that didn’t cost over $100 for a few hours.
“I want you on top. Naked. Fast,” he said matter-of-factly as if he was ordering a cheeseburger. I half-expected him to say, “with extra ketchup and pickles!” Hee! My mind raced…him beneath me, rolling my hips back and forth…
“It will be… my pleasure!”