Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine November Edition | Page 76
Victoria Kennedy
excerpt from Sometimes
Love
He showed up with more flowers and the unwelcome news that he wouldn’t be
staying long. He had to meet with the dean of the art college who’d recommended
him for the board position at the gallery. She hadn’t been available for their earlier
scheduled meeting and so, our time together would be the casualty.
“I’m sorry, Babe. It really can’t be avoided.”
I said I understood even though I didn’t. And I didn’t know how to be that girlfriend
who could be spontaneous when needed. I didn’t know how to be a girlfriend at all…
but I had given my word. I trusted all would be well.
“Something smells great,” he said, handing me his jacket while loosening his tie. My
disappointment was no match for the joy rising up within me at the sight of him, the
nearness, and the smell of him. He had my senses crackling with stimulation.
We spent the next hour sharing dinner, wine and hot stares across the table. The food
on my plate could never satisfy the hunger created by his very presence.
“Come closer to me,” he asked, beckoning me with the crook of his finger.
He pushed his chair back from the table and turned it around, guiding me onto his
lap.
“The meal was delicious. And your home is warm and lovely. But none of that
comes anywhere near the feel of you in my hands and the taste of you on my lips.”
He cupped my face and held me in the perfect position to ply me with the most
thorough kisses, his skilled tongue and knowing lips. Every move of his mouth over
mine made me hot in levels of heat I’d never experienced.
And then, I kissed him back. I returned the moves he’d melted me with and took
delight in the moans escaping the mouth that started the seduction. He pulled away
with a groan.
“If we keep this up, I’ll never leave.”
That pleased me. “Then don’t leave.”
“I wish I could stay but this meeting cannot be missed.”
The demand for the understanding girlfriend had returned and I was no more
pleased about it than before, even less so. Before, I didn’t know he would have my
nerve endings in an upheaval and desire flowing from every pore. I didn’t know his
touch could command so much of my emotions. I fought back tears, at the thought of
his leaving, knowing he was returning to New York the next day. I pushed myself to
respond.
“I understand.”
“Be patient. I’m making it easier for us to be together.”
If it were possible to smile and sulk, simultaneously, that’s probably how I looked.
When he left, I felt foolish for falling so hard, so fast. He had me and I didn’t want him
to let me go.
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