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A second kiss is placed next to the first. “Morning.”
It’s unthinkable not to smile.
About his mouth.
His voice.
His body.
MayaAngelouhavemercy, I now understand her “Phenomenal Woman” on an entire new level.
I mean…yeah.
I get it.
Inside power.
Radiate your real, true self, authentic self and go on about your business, but having someone pick up on it and love it and treasure it and then worship it – because let’s be honest here there are no other words for making sure your partner comes that many times in a night – simply aids in strengthening that glow.
At least, it does for me.
Finding the energy to lift my eyelids requires much less strength than it would to lift my head. One slow blink simply reveals blurs; however, the next allows a breathtakingly beautiful view to come into focus. Early morning pink hues intertwining with the morning mist inspires me to coo, “Gorgeous.”
“Yes,” he lets his lips drop to my shoulder again, “you,” another chaste press, “are,” the last lands near the nape of my neck where I have no doubt there’s a bruise, “Emmerz.”
Resting my fingers on top of the ones he’s got cradling my stomach are accompanied by a small giggle. “I meant the sunrise.”
“I meant what I said.”
Have I mentioned I loved being wrong?
This is like the only time I don’t mind being completely off book about deducing someone’s actions.
The fact I wasn’t haunted – um…spooked? – and that he was willing to communicate his needs and expectations as well as listening to mine isn’t at all something I fathomed happening outside of one of my favorite romance novels.
It didn’t seem realistic.
Or even possible.
And yet…it was.
I was wrong.
All the online dating forums I swore I wasn’t going to rabbit hole down – and then did – were wrong.
Is our relationship gonna be all sex and lilies and morning sunrises going forward?
No.
But at least those are a possibility now.
At least the notion of us is a possibility once more.
Am I looking forward to having to – likely – find a new gig?
No.
However, who knows!
