hesitating before his closed blue door, wishing I had
the nerve to knock, or to open the door and go in. Or
the will to turn around and go back where I belonged.
I bowed my head until my forehead pressed against
the wood, then closed my eyes, beginning to softly cry
as all the strength went out of my body and I sagged
limply. At that moment the door opened, causing me
to fall forward. Directly into Troy's arms.
He didn't say a word as he caught me, then
swung me up into his arms and carried me into his
bedroom.
Light from the moon fell across his face as he
lowered his head to mine, and this time his lips were
more demanding. His kisses, his hands put me on fire,
so it happened between us so naturally and beautifully, I didn't feel any of the guilt and shame that Cal
Dennison's lovemaking had caused. We came together
as if we had to, or die, and when it was over, I lay in
the circle of his arms quivering with the fading
spasms of the first orgasm of my life.
When we wakened it was dawn, and through
his open windows the morning wind blew damp and
cold.
The sweet morning chirpings of the sleepy birds
brought tears to my eyes, before I sat up to reach for
the blanket folded on the foot of the bed. Quickly
Troy's arms pulled me back. Tenderly he plied small
kisses over my face as his free hand stroked my hair
before he cradled me against him. "Last night I lay
here on my bed thinking about you."
"I had a hard time falling asleep . . ."