It Must Have Been Love
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, there's air of silence
In the bedroom and all around
Touch me now, I close my eyes
And dream away
It must have been love but it's over now...
The first part of that song kept reverberating in Donna's mind. She woke at first light to a cold space next to her where Harvey had lain the night before. She knew he would not stay. It seemed that she had just become one of Harvey Specter's conquests. She knew she felt more than that in her heart, and she was sure he might have, too. She knew people better than they knew themselves or maybe this time it was actually her imagination. Time would tell.
Donna sat up and ran her hand along the cold sheet where the previous night Harvey had been. He had held her when they were finished. She could still feel his arms around her. She could still smell his cologne and his own husky male scent. As they had lain together, they joked about what would happen between the both of them now. They finished eating the whipped cream, though, not as previously because they had come together one more time after their shower and Donna changed the sheets. Although they were good together and Donna knew for sure she was in love she knew now that Harvey had had her he would never come back in that way unless it was for just sex and no attachments. He was not ready for that and no matter how much she was it was not right to force him into that kind of relationship when he was not prepared emotionally.
Painfully, Donna realized they both were no longer working together anymore so she would not even have the pleasure or the pain of seeing him today.
Donna turned around to see her clock on the other side. It read 7:30 am. She decided she would rise, make some coffee, and then try to come to a decision of which firm's offer would be in the best interest of her nascent acting career.
I just can't help believin'
When she smiles up soft and gentle
With a trace of misty morning
And the promise of tomorrow in her eyes
I just can't help believin'
When she's lying close beside me
And my heart beats with the
Rhythm of her sighs
This time the girl is gonna stay
For more than just a day...
Harvey gathered his clothes and quietly made his way to Donna's bathroom. He did not want to awaken her. The day after the night was always so awkward. He was glad they had taken their time in the shower because the last thing he needed was to put relatively clean clothes on a sticky body. Harvey smiled at the whipped cream ritual he had imagined and how they had put his drawing into action. There was no doubt that that had to be the most mind blowing sex he ever had.
As Harvey turned away, he gazed at Donna one more time. He shivered at the cold in the bedroom as he was removed from Donna's warmth. He enjoyed holding her and only the risk of falling in love prevented him from staying until she woke. Harvey had never felt anything like the emotions churning in his heart for any woman with whom he had previously been. Not even Scottie his female friend with benefits from law school. Not even his varied women could have prepared him for the depth of emotion he felt as he lie with Donna in his arms or when their bodies were conjoined so intimately. All Harvey knew was there had to be some way he could keep her in his life without the thought of marriage and children. Donna deserved that and he could tell that she would have liked to have this; however, he was not that kind of man. He had seen too much in his life to ever think that being commited to one person for the rest of your life and bringing children into the world with that person could ever work for him.
Now dressed and quietly leaving Donna's apartment with the quiet stirrings of a new day ready to begin, Harvey slowly closed the door to Donna's apartment. For some strange reason, a remnant of an old 70's love song kept playing on a loop in his head. He was sure his father must have played on a session of someone's recording of it. Why did it decide to pop into his head now? Harvey was relatively sure he had not yet been born when the song was a pop hit. Considering the tune was not jazz, it was odd for his dad to have recorded it at all except that everyone loved Gordon Specter's sax. Harvey turned his head and glanced one more time at the large brass 206 hanging on Donna's door. As he turned to descend the staircase and catch a cab back to his own apartment, he smiled as he opened the door exiting her apartment building and hummed the tune in his head.
He had to have Donna in his life. He would offer her to be his secretary as he returned to Pearson Hardman. Hopefully she would say yes.
