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Every time I think back to the fire, I discover new things. The way her eyes lit up when she saw me. The way they switched from skepticism to admiration to gratitude and then to affection.
I must have fallen asleep a few times, but every time I looked over at her, she was in a slightly different position. Curled up in the blanket that I’m never going to wash again. Lying on her back with her hand resting near her forehead, those plump lips accentuated by the flickering of the fireplace.
I wanted to have my eyes on her all night, just sit there and watch her without a single intermission, but I would have felt like an absolute fucking asshole.
And what if she had woken up to see this old guy watching her as she slept?
She’d run out of here in two seconds. Call the cops. Report me for being too obsessed. For falling for her too hard and too fast.
I put my hand over my chest. Is that what’s happening? Am I falling for her?
Maybe I’ve already fallen.
I lean forward on my knees where I’m sitting on the back porch. I check the time. I want her to come out here and join me. I have a few things planned.
Right on cue, as though she can read my mind, I hear the door slide open behind me.
“Hey,” she says. My heart jolts into my throat, and my cock springs up on sight.
“Good morning,” I say, turning to capture the image of her stepping through the door.
She looks so beautiful as she seems to walk in slow motion. She’s changed into some sweatpants and a T-shirt I left for her by the bathroom. She looks absolutely amazing, her modest breasts pushing up against the shirt and the sweatpants hanging low on her curvy hips, rolled up a few times so she isn’t tripping on them. Her alabaster skin is smooth and flawless, and her dark hair is pulled into a knot on the top of her head.
“I made this for you,” she says as she sits down next to me and hands me a mug.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I reply. “I got some Danish and coffee this morning. Didn’t you see it in the kitchen?”
“Oh, I did,” she says. “But this is a special tea I made from ground oak bark, some mushrooms I foraged, and the tears of the gods.”
“Is it going to cast a spell on me?” I say.
She’s already cast a spell on me. I’m dizzy in her presence.
“Just drink it and find out,” she says.
She brings her mug to her lips and takes a sip. She licks the corner of that delectable mouth and sits back in her chair, admiring the forest with me.
“It’s good. You really should try it,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “If you dare.”
“Oh, it’s on,” I say, taking a big sip with my eyes on hers. “Tastes surprisingly like coffee.”
“You figured me out,” she says. “It’s coffee.”
I lean forward and pull the notebook I found out of my back pocket.
“Hey,” I say, leaning toward her with my elbows on my knees. “I found this last night. I think it belongs to you."
“Oh my God,” she breathes, getting closer as her eyes shift from the notebook to my eyes. I hand it over. “Thank you. I thought it was gone.”
She looks up at me with gratitude in her eyes. It’s making my heart swell.
“I tried not to look inside, but a few of the pages were sticking out, so I couldn’t help it.”
“I don’t usually show people these,” she says as she holds the notebook to her chest, “but I’m happy you saw them.”
“I also got you a little something,” I say, grabbing a paper bag I have sitting at my feet. She looks at me with a curious distance as I hand it to her.
She peeks inside and looks up at me.
