I finished the delicious meal he made me, and we cuddled on the couch.
It was so weird.
Dwight is so passionate about so many things.
He held me tightly, and I felt so happy.
He talked to me about his crop yield, his animals, and his farm, and how he can take care of me.
He sounded very confident, very happy, and for some reason I had a terrible feeling that these wonderful plans wouldn't work somehow.
"Do you like Philadelphia?" He asked me suddenly. "I mean, living there?"
"I did."
He nodded and didn't say anything.
He mind seemed to be working at full blast and he held me tighter.
"You've been so sad these last few days... it's really great to see you smile." Dwight said after awhile.
"Thanks."
"Its weird how different it feels with a man... like... it feels somehow more intense..like... and you're going to say I'm crazy, but I feel..." He stopped and kissed my hand.
"In love?" I whispered.
We said nothing but we shifted closer and laid next to each other, and we kissed over and over.
"I do love you." He said, and kissed me assertively, and it actually made me feel a trickle of pleasure inside of my whole body... that felt like a spark of electricity through my veins.
"I love you." I replied.
And we rested in each others arms.
Dwight talked to Angela.
It was rough.
She will not merely accept that Dwight was leaving her.
She had to know who it was.
Me.
And now, I just left a horrible scene from Dwight's house.
Here's how it played out: Angela screaming at us, her slapping Dwight, and then... she told me to leave before Dwight could say anything.
She followed me outside.
"Jim... listen to me." She seethed. "You will not take him away from me. He is not yours. He doesn't want you. He is marrying me. And... your little liaison with my husband will not change that. I don't know what you did to hypnotize him into thinking he likes your lanky, kinky long haired androgynous little style... but, I'll tell you this, doll face... he will soon forget you. He has no ties to you. No children. With me, I have his son. What do you have?" She scoffed.
I had to admit, as small and diminutive as Angela was... she was very, very intimidating.
"I have a lot to offer him." I said weakly.
"Not a son. You won't take him away from us!"
"I would never do that! I would never take a father away from his children! You are the only one that did that!" I yelled. "You lied to him about your son... and he was heartbroken and depressed the whole time you kept the truth from him! You cheat on people, you lie, you manipulate! You're a Goddamn Hypocrite, Angela!"
I walked off to her shocked and cold face.
I don't think she ever got spoken to like that before.
Dwight warned me sternly before about her: Once, Angela put a hit on Oscar for sleeping with her husband.