The dog’s barking woke her from where she slept in her 1960s style bungalow. But it was the door chime that brought her to full consciousness. He was at her gate at 2:03 am. She threw on her robe and hurried to the front door, careful not to make a noise.
The silver in his hair reflected the full moon. His spectacles were in his breast pocket. His eyes were clear and reflected his full consciousness. But he reeked of alcohol and his speech was slurred.
“I assssked to be dropped off here,” he said, resting his head on her shoulder. The posture must’ve been uncomfortable for him for he was a full foot taller than her.
“I can see that. Come in,” she said cradling his head in her small hands and gently guiding him into the living room. She sat him on the couch and would’ve put his feet on the ottoman and taken off his shoes, but he held her shoulders fast and held her close to him. He inhaled the smell of her neck and nibbled on her ear. Then he rained kisses on the juncture where her neck met her shoulders.
His actions didn’t shock her at all.
They have been dating for six months and contrary to the consensus of the men she dated in the past, she wasn’t a cold fish. Not with him. She gave kiss for kiss, hug for hug, and everything that followed thereafter between a hot blooded male and female. But they haven’t fully consummated their relationship. Not yet, maybe because of an unspoken agreement that they would wait until she was ready.
Tonight she was.
She held him firmly by the shoulders his face one foot away from hers. She could not hold back the smile that touched her lips, which was threatening to turn into a full blown laugh.
“You’re not drunk,” it was a statement.
He looked her in the eye. “No.”
They were in such a hurry to get undressed he forgot to take off his socks. She only realized this while they lay spent in her English four poster queen sized bed. She smiled while she ran her hands through his hair, relishing his sleeping face. She is sure, they will laugh about it in the morning.
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