Just some random thoughts from Catherine regarding her feelings for Vartann-this was before Wild Life
A Kiss, One Little Kiss…
A kiss, one little kiss. It took me by surprise. I even tried to pull away at first but changed my mind. His lips on mine; it felt so nice even though it was only for a moment.
That night in the hotel he had let his guard down. He shared his most private thoughts with me; how he was tired of being alone. How he wanted someone to come home to, how he wanted that someone to be me. It scared me but made me feel good at the same time.
The night that he shot Bell, he took me home. We held each other all night and cried together. From that moment on I have never felt more connected to a man. He never has told me why he waited so long to shoot Bell and I will probably never know. I just want to believe that he was waiting for a clear shot.
He knows when I need him and he knows when to give me my space. As good as he is to me I can't help but wonder why he wasn't already taken. Any woman would be lucky to have him.
And I love the way he always calls me Catherine; never Cath or Cat just Catherine. And it's not so much the name but the way that he says it. Like when we make love, his lips on my ear whispering it only for me to hear. It makes me give him everything that I have.
And then there's the sex; my God it is so good that it is mind blowing. When his body is on mine I want it to last forever. He gives himself to me so willingly and I gladly take everything that he has to offer.
I have been with many men; a fact that I am not proud of. I even thought that I loved a few of them but looking back those feelings were nothing compared to what I feel for him.
He is the first thing I think of every morning and the last thing I think about at night.
When I woke up this morning I realized something. I am 50 years old and for the first time in my life I am in love.
And to think it all started with a kiss, one little kiss…