Chapter 12: You and me time

A heart beat. A pulse. The tunes of a heartbeat made me recover my senses. I opened my eyes and saw that I was on my living room. I was lying on my couch, and on top of somebody, Billy. My head was laid on top of his chest, and I could hear the melody of his beating heart. The sunrise shone through the windows as the warmth of the sunlight touched our bodies. It was like a dream, a delusion. I wanted to stay in that hallucination, forever and ever. I wanted to live like this for the rest of my life. I wanted to wake up every morning at the sound of his heart. I moved my head and snuggled in his broad muscular chest. I caressed his skin, his hands and his sensation. He stirred softly, like a kitten, and groaned delighted at my touch.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in the deepest tone of voice my ears had listened.

If that was the way he spoke when he was slightly awake, then it will more than a pleasure to stay by his sides all the mornings of our lives. I don't remember very well last night. I only remember the stinky party, the great time I had with Billy in the restaurant and the passionate affections we showed each other, here on the apartment.

"What?" I asked while I caressed and stroked his chest.

"Your head. Does it hurt?" he asked making more emphasis.

"No?" I started to touch my head and then," OUCH! Ah...", I hissed when I pressed the back of my head. I had a bruise and it hurt.

"What happened last night?" I asked while I saw that Billy had his eyes closed. It was like he didn't wanted to wake up. It all felt like a dream, a truly beautiful dream.

After I asked him, he smiled and said, "You didn't fucked me last night."

"What? Oh, really?" I mumbled embarrassed.

"When I threw you to the couch, you hit the sculpture and went dead. I thought you were bleeding, but your skull is like fucking steel."

Ugh! I'm so stupid. I remember that when I was at the party, I hided some sculptures in the couch, where I was sitting. I couldn't believe I hit my head with that little sculpture. I looked at the coffee table and saw the sculpture, that was on top of it, it was a guy covering himself with leaves. "This is your fault!" I growled in my mind.

"Well, I have to go," he whispered while his hands were petting my bare lower back.

"Don't go. First, eat breakfast," I babbled looking at him with a pout face, "I will make hash browns with eggs."

Last night he told me that he never had what it was a family breakfast, that totally broke my heart into pieces. He only ate a slice of bread and gave the oatmeal to Joe (that was when they were kids). I wanted to know about Billy's family history but I think that that was a delicate subject. I was willing to wait till Billy could be more open to me.

"What about pancakes?" he asked with a sweet tone.

"And pancakes too!"

Billy made a thoughtful expression and decided to stay. I went to the kitchen and started to cook a bit hurried, because Billy told me that he had to be early to pick Joe up from trial. Apparently Billy had the confidence that Joe will be out of his detention, and so did I. I mean, if it wasn't Joe's fault, the police shouldn't judge him and should release him. Billy got out of the bathroom and wore his long, rolled sleeves black shirt while I was cooking with my white dress from last night. I wore my apron and made the scrambled eggs with hash browns and pancakes. Billy was watching TV and when the breakfast was ready we sat in the kitchen stools and ate our breakfast chatting and gazing at each other. When he was done eating, I took his plate and cleaned it in the sink. To my surprise, Billy came behind me and started to kiss my neck while a slight moan slipped from my inside. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me around to face him. We started to kiss and assault each other mouths. He lifted me up and placed me over the kitchen counter, next to the sink. I placed my arms around him while he petted my lower back. This show has been witnessed by my grouchy old neighbor. In my kitchen there where windows everywhere and I didn't had the money to buy curtains, so we can say that Mr. Garry saw everything from his window. He was staring at us with a scowled expression. When I saw him there I gently pushed Billy to stop. Billy frowned and then saw Mr. Garry glowering at us and our youthful behavior. Billy smirked and seized my waist, he gently grasped the back of my neck and started to kiss me passionately. I was trying to stop him but he hypnotized me. Billy, at the same time, showed his middle finger to Mr. Garry while he smirked. I was in shock, I wanted to laugh but at the same time I knew that that was wrong. So, I stopped the kiss and tried to apologize to Mr. Garry muttering "I'm sorry", from the kitchen window.

"Billy, why the heck you'd did that?" I asked a little bit mad at him.

"Does that old prick always stare from his window?" he asked ignoring my question. He was lighting his cigarette and by the tone he used, I knew he was mad.

"No.." I uttered while I took his cigarette and threw it in the sink.

I wanted to apologize to Mr. Garry, he was a good neighbor, grouchy but at least he welcomed me with a piece of pie, when I moved in. I wanted to make Billy a little bit madder so I lied, "No, but his son always sits by the window."

"What?" Billy barked.

"Relax, Mr. Darley. I'm just kidding. Mr. Garry doesn't have a son."

"Mr. Garry, eh? So you have already met him?"

"Yes, the day that I moved in. He and his wife welcomed me to the town."

"Buy some fucking curtains. I don't want that old prick watching you from his window," snarled Billy while he looked outside the window.

"Are you saying to me that you are jealous of an old man who probably has erectile dysfunction?" I mocked with a smiley surprised look.

He narrowed his eyes, and gave me a glance of dismay.

"Let's go to apologize to him!" I suggested.

"Fuck no! He had two options, Emma, one: look and enjoy the view, or two: look, fucking close the windows, and mind his fucking business."

"I know, but he's a senior citizen and they tend to be annoyed by a lot of things. Besides, I was going to visit him to give him a piece of cake, so you can say a quick sorry to him."

"No," he growled.

"Fine! But don't expect me to kiss you or to make out with you!" I stated.

"What? Are you fucking joking with me right now?" he barked shooting me glare that made me wanted to scream.

"No, Billy Darley, I'm not joking with you," I held calmly.

"Are you seriously going to act like that for that impotent slack dick?" he frowned.

He looked so funny, I wanted to hug him and kiss him but I needed to teach him a lesson.

"Billy, sometimes we need to apologize for our errors. So are you going to do it? For me? Please?'" I begged with a puppy face.

Five minutes later I pressed Mr. Garry's door bell, and an old wrinkled grumpy man opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Garry! I wanted to give you and Mrs. Garry this piece of cake, it was from my birthday," I said while he glared at Billy.

"Thank you, Miss. Collins," said Mr. Garry with a amiable voice, looking at me.

"Mrs. Darley!" Billy interrupted.

I was in shock, I wanted to kiss him and jump of joy.

Billy and Mr. Garry glared at each other intensely. It was like duel of the old West. They were killing each other with their glare, and by now, Mr. Garry was winning.

"Well, Billy, don't you have to say something?" I nudged Billy.

"Sorry," he lowly growled.

"It's ok, young man. Emma, you teach this boy the right path. Teach him good and keep loving each other," said the warm Mr. Garry as he took the cake smiling a bit and closing the door.

Billy's face was... indescribable. I thought he was going to curse Mr. Garry but he surprised me by coming with me and apologizing to him.

After the sweet scene we got to my front door. Billy was going to go to Joe's trial, I wanted to go but I didn't took a bath and decided to meet them at the Four Roses.

"So... now I'm Mrs. Darley?" I asked him while I placed my arms around his waist.

He didn't answered, he just lighted a cigarette.

"Hmm... Emma Darley... I like it! Do you like it?" I asked him trying to make him flirt with me. But it was in vain, he only continued to gaze at me and to smoke his cigarette.

"Oh, you don't like it? Yeah, Emma Richards sounds more elegant," I taunted.

"Who the fuck has that stupid last name , anyways?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

"The deacon?" he started to laugh loudly.

"Ugh, forget it! Tell Joe that I missed him! Goodbye and be careful," I said as I peck kissed him on the lips.

"See ya later, babe," he uttered while he got into the car.

I loved the Mrs. Darley and babe thing! It drove me crazy! And so did my stinky odor. I went upstairs a took a shower. I thought about everything and everything! I knew I was falling in love with Billy Darley, because I haven't felt any of these feelings, never, with no one. Only Billy. I got out of the bathroom, and played my favorite song, "At the beginning". I had my towel covering me, like a mini strapless dress. I went to my bedroom and forgot the blower so, with my towel, I went to the bathroom again to get the blower. For my surprise when I was walking through my living room, I saw Billy Darley there with a cigarette on his mouth and his feet on my coffee table. He leered at me and I was stunned, I thought Billy went to Joe's trial.

"How did you get in here? I locked the door," I asked blushing because of my semi uncovered body.

"I'm Billy Darley, I got my ways," he responded leering at me as he crushed the cigarette on a glass vase next to him.

"Oh, I see... So, then, what are you doing here? I thought you went to Joe's trial," I said as I walked towards my bedroom, I wanted to change to fell a little bit more "sophisticated".

Billy followed me to my bedroom as I stop him in my door. I wanted an answer so I raised my eyebrow and placed my hand on my hip.

"I forgot my cell phone," he uttered with a seductive voice.

"Oh you forgot your cell phone?" I asked leering just a bit and placing my hands on his pants searching for his cell phone.

I grasped his cell phone from his left pocket and wiggled it in his face while I said, "I found it. Well, then are you going to take me with you?"

"The trial has been delayed and I will pick Joe up later," he answered walking slowly towards me, cornering me in the wall aside my bed.

I bit my lips and right away I knew Billy wanted something more than a kiss.

"Aren't you gonna change?" he asked grinning.

"Depends. Are you going to wait for me outside?" I asked innocently.

"No, I can't," he responded as he got more closer to me.

"Why not?"

"You need help. I'll give you a hand", he seductively said as he dragged me to him, embracing me ardently, and invading my mouth with his tongue.

He lifted me up as I hoped on top of him, kissing and stroking each other. I couldn't resist him, his lips, his body. My towel fell to the floor leaving me at his fancy. He threw me to my bed, and thankfully there were no sculpture there. He took off his shirt and we kissed as our bodies met each other's skin. Our souls connected and made a permanent bond while we were becoming one.