Several weeks have passed since Vincent came to the house. Not much has changed since. Norman did reopen the motel, but it's gotten little business other than non serious customers who just want to interview him. I knew this would happen, but I wouldn't dare say it. He doesn't deserve that. Or maybe he does, and I'm just as crazy as him.
Speaking of which, I'm gonna go down there to check up on him.
I can hear him softly humming to himself before I walk in, and as I do he jumps, clearing his throat. I snicker as I come around the counter and hop up on it. "Whatcha doing?"
"Just tidying up a bit."
I nod, swinging my legs.
He turns around, reaching around me to grab something. His hand brushes my hip and I jump a little. He breathily laughs, cheeks as red as cherries. I cup his face, bringing him down to me and placing my lips on his.
For someone who hasn't hardly done anything in their life, Norman is a great kisser. I pull away soon after, wiping his drool off of my lip.
*Norman's POV*
That's only the second time we've ever kissed. Both times have been indescribable. I care for her so much. Her warm, soft lips on mine..it drives me wild. I think about her at night when I'm trying to sleep. Sometimes I even go up and watch her sleep. The moon washing over her porcelain skin, the way her chest rises and falls, the way her breasts press against the fabric of her nightie...oh, there I go again. Lately I can't stop thinking of her like that. I've had multiple dreams lately about us sleeping together. I wake up and have to..'take care' of myself. Normally I go into the bathroom, but the other night I did so while watching her sleep. I'll admit, that was wrong. It was also risky. I tried not to wake her up with my grunts and gasps, and I ended up with sweat pouring down my forehead. Afterward, I couldn't sleep. I was disgusted. If she wanted to do those things with me, she would. She can. She's beautiful.
*Jolene's POV*
Norman gives me one of his charming smiles before turning away into the parlor.
Ok, I know he wants to make love. I just can't. I only made love to Richard twice, and both of those were bad experiences. Unfortunately, he wasn't my first. I won't get in to that, you'll just have to trust me.
Oh but I do care about him. If I would've met him years ago there's not a doubt in my mind I'd still be here today. Although Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up soon. This is the first year I won't be spending it with my family.
I try to distract myself from my toxic thoughts and flip the radio on, turning the dial until I can find a station that picks up well. Percy Faiths "A Summer Place" starts through the speaks and I gasp, hopping off the counter. "Norman, I love this song!"
He comes back in to the office. "Hm, yeah I've heard it a time or two."
I look up at him. "Will you dance with me?"
He laughs, holding his hands up. "I have two left feet Jolene."
Shaking my head, I grab his large hands and get close to him. "Just follow my lead."
We sway back and forth for what feels like hours. The song goes off and I lay my head against his chest, smiling. He leans down, kissing my head before wandering back off into the office.
Judging by the butterflies in my stomach, I can't help but wonder if this is more than puppy love.
Heyyy everyone! Sorry for not writing in an eternity.
I had to make Norman go back to his creepy roots in this chapter. It's just who he is!
Sorry for this one being short and crappy! I'm slowly digging myself out of writers block.