Page 8 of Broken Hearts

Hal

Marilyn wasn’t sure about my proposal. She didn’t seem to get how dangerous that guy was, and I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. I told her that I would stay outside if I needed to, but she was quick to say that it wasn’t necessary. “Maybe having me out there for a few nights will let him know that I am here and not going anywhere.”

“Don’t you think it would be better if he thought that we were together? I keep thinking that he would be able to move on if he knew that I had.”

I told her that it wasn’t likely. Again, why couldn’t I just shut my mouth? It was like I had no sense at all sometimes, I swear. This is what I wanted, me and her alone together. Somewhere in the last few days, I’d decided that getting Marilyn back was my number one priority. I wanted to get that feeling of living that I only got when I was around her.

So, when it came time that the two of us were going to work it out, I finally was told that I should just bring a bag and stay. She wasn’t sure if I was down to do that sort of thing, but I was. I needed to keep her safe, it was some compulsion I had, but it was never as bad with others as it was with her. With Marilyn, I just wanted her to be happy, but then again, I could have done something about it back in the day. I didn’t though. This time around, I wasn’t going to leave her to her own devices. This time, I had to help her, no matter what.

Marilyn was dressed casually when I came over later that evening. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she could barely look at me. I asked her if she was sure about me staying there, and she said that she was. Her face said something else, and I wondered what was going on. I wish I knew what she was thinking.

It was sort of awkward, so there was a long moment where we didn’t say anything. She had an extra room that was right down the hall from hers that I was supposed to stay in. It was close to her bedroom, and I wondered what would happen with that setup. I was sure that it would be something. Could we possibly stay under the same roof and something not happen? I didn’t want to believe that it was a problem, but it could very well be. I was already letting my mind wander to places that it wasn’t supposed to go. She was ravishing as always, her smooth, glowing skin on display in her cotton shorts. I didn’t know what to think, but I knew that it was going to be a long time before I was going to be able to sleep tonight.

We bade each other a good night, and we went our separate ways. It wasn’t until I was in the room alone, walking toward the bed, that I considered what would happen if I did go to sleep. I hadn’t gone a night without waking up in a cold sweat since I came back from overseas. If there was some way that I could get out of that happening tonight, I would be grateful, but I knew that miracles weren’t real. Not for me anyway.

It was later in the night when I woke up, and I wasn’t alone in the bedroom I was staying in. Marilyn was in the bed. She was leaning over and touching my shoulders gently. I could see the concern on her face and the state that she was in. I must have woken her up with my yelling, and I told her that I was okay when she asked. Marilyn didn’t believe me. I could see the look she was giving me, wondering if I was okay. I was, I think.

Her closeness was hard to deal with. My mind went to the touch and the bare thighs that were not clad in anything. She had her underwear on and a T-shirt, but that seemed to be it. I remembered those long legs wrapped around me in the bathtub. We hadn’t done some things in our relationship, but we’d done many of the others. There had been an intimacy between us that I’d never had with another woman. Marilyn was always going to be different to me, and I forgot myself for a moment.

She was practically on top of me when I shifted my weight, and it just seemed so natural to kiss her. I knew that there were going to be consequences later, but I wanted to touch her, and so badly. I pulled her into my arms, and I pulled her against me. I was in the mood immediately, rock hard, but her gasp made me realize what I was doing. I couldn’t stop how she felt and how much I wanted more. I had to pull away though. I wasn’t trying to freak her out.

“Sorry, I uh…” I had no excuse coming to me and I just stuttered my way into an answer. I knew that there was going to be awkwardness between us now.

When I looked at her finally, I saw that her eyes were dilated, and she was breathless. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she had liked the kiss, even though I had sprung it on her. I was probably just seeing what I wanted to see. That was the only thing that made sense to me. I wanted this to make sense.

“Don’t apologize. I just burst in, and I shouldn’t have. I thought… Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. You’re okay and that is all that matters.”

She was still in my arms and pressed up against my need. Marilyn was trying to wiggle out of my arms, but I didn’t want to let her go. I did, her movement was driving me wild, and I was hard as a rock.

It was hard to go from one extreme to the next, but that was exactly what I had done. I was in a horrible dream one moment and then I had Marilyn in my arms the next. That was hard to deal with the change. I certainly didn’t want Marilyn to know that I was doing so poorly with it all.

Once Marilyn was out of my arms and she was standing by the bed, I got to see her body in full, and I felt my throat constricting. Did she know how beautiful she was? I was trying my hardest not to focus on her. It was impossible when she just kept standing there like everything was fine. It wasn’t. It felt like something was off and the more I tried to focus on it, the less I could finger it.

Marilyn asked me if I was okay, and I assured her that I was. I was embarrassed, turned on, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to get all of my feelings under control now. It was bad enough seeing her again, but feeling her, kissing her, it brought it all back, and I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to forget it. Marilyn was unforgettable.

She left and I was breathing hard. I closed my eyes, seeing the flash of her legs in my mind. She was so damn lovely, and after all those years apart, her body was just as tempting as she was before. Why was it Marilyn that made me feel this way? I had been with so many women in the past and they were all nice and had good qualities, but I never felt anything for them like I did her.

The whole time I was with another, any time I started to get close to a woman, Marilyn would come to mind and wash them away. No one else compared, though I couldn’t say what quality it was of hers that I wanted the most. It was possibly her drive to succeed and do what she wanted. So many other people would go with whatever life gave them, but not Marilyn. She was from adversity and seemed to thrive in it. Even now, while she was being threatened by another man, she was putting all of her effort into helping me with a bad dream. I couldn’t say why Marilyn was that way, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to see her another way. It was just who she was.

Going back to sleep wasn’t going to happen. I was up, my cock was up, and I needed to take a shower or something to cool out. I went to the bathroom and took care of the needs that were suddenly overtaking every part of me. Being that close to Marilyn again was rough on my body and mind. When I got out, I was feeling a little bit better, but not much. Nothing would be good enough, until I had Marilyn in my arms for real, to stay.

The thought surprised me. I couldn’t believe that I thought that way. I didn’t realize that I wanted her like that, but I did. I always had. Giving up Marilyn was the hardest thing I’d ever done. It was for the best, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t something that killed me. I just hadn’t known how dead I was inside until Marilyn started to bring me back to life.

I laid in bed thinking of her and how close Marilyn was. I thought of her slight body pressed up against me and all of the feelings that came over me. It was hard for me to focus on much of anything else. She was the priority now and before I could think it through, I was imagining us finally together. How many times had I wondered how she was going to feel in my arms and underneath me? Kissing her had been a first step and I have to say that I liked where it was going.

8

Marilyn

The next morning was a bit awkward, but I tried not to think about the fact that Hal had been pushed into a long shower after I went to get him. It was crazy for me to think about it, how hard he had been when he’d woken up. I didn’t know what he had been dreaming about, screaming the way that he did in the middle of the night, but soon after that, he was kissing me and raging hard. It made no sense, especially because I was rather convinced that he didn’t think about me like that.

When he came downstairs a bit later, that was the man that I remembered, not the disoriented one from last night that had possessed me in seconds and one kiss. It was hard to focus on much of anything else. I tried my best to focus on something else, but it really was impossible. When I looked at him, my lips tingled from the way that he had kissed me. Right then, I wanted him to kiss me again, just so that I would know that I hadn’t made it all up in my head. I half-expected that’s what I’d done. I usually had a good imagination.

“Good morning.”

I said the same back to him, watching him get some coffee. “I have to go into the city. Do you work on Saturdays too?”

Hal shook his head. “Not if I don’t have to. I will come with you though, keep you safe.”

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