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Chapter Five
They ended up deciding on Denny's for dinner.
Catherine pushed around her Caesar salad, now unappetizing after a few bites. She sighed, no longer interested in her food. Warrick had ordered a turkey sandwich.
He finished up his dinner then looked at her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked.
"I'm not that hungry anymore," she said despairingly.
She dropped her fork and it landed on the glass bowl with a loud clank and she pushed her food away angrily.
"What's bothering you?" He asked, a little fearful of her mood.
"I feel so worthless," she admitted. "I've abandoned my daughter. I just don't know what to do anymore."
"You're not worthless Catherine," he said. "Did that Chris guy tell you that?"
"No," she explained. "It was just what he told me when I caught him cheating on me."
"What did he say?" Warrick asked.
"He said 'What did you expect? I run a nightclub'."
Warrick shook his head, anger etching his face.
"He's lucky Nick and I don't frequent that bar," he said. "Because I would have gone in their and knocked his ass to the ground. He didn't deserve you Catherine. Don't make yourself feel bad. You're worth more than you'll ever know."
Catherine smiled faintly.
"Thanks," she said. "It just hurts so bad to be faithful to someone and they stab you in the back."
Warrick nodded.
"Listen, about what happened in my office, I'm sorry if I-"
"Are we going to go through that again?" He asked with a chuckle. "I'm not sorry, and you shouldn't be."
"Yeah," she agreed. "But still, what's happening between us Warrick? I don't understand and I'm scared."
"I don't understand any better than you do," he admitted.
Catherine sighed.
"Let's just go," she said.
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Warrick took her home and walked her to her door.
"Thank you for dinner," she said with a smile. "Next time, I pay."
"I asked," he shrugged.
"Would you like to come in for a second?" She asked.
"Um, no, that's probably not a good idea," he said. "Remember what happened last time behind closed doors."
Catherine chuckled.
"True."
She unlocked her door and entered it.
"Good night," she whispered.
"Good night," Warrick said back.
She turned then she mumbled something to the effect of "you know what" and "screw it".
Before he knew it, she had rushed back to him and swept them both into a searing, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and deepened their first kiss. Warrick wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body. He gently guided her to a wall next to her opened front door and continued to kiss her.
They had both waited for so long for this moment. All of their repressed feelings of love and passion came pouring forth through their kiss and both felt their bodies relax naturally into the crevices that were made for intimate human contact. Her soft hands caressing his back and shoulders sent tendrils of unbridled desire through him and his need for her grew.
Catherine felt like she was on fire. She had never reacted so strongly to any man like this before.
She pulled him inside her house and she landed on another wall. Their hands were roaming everywhere. He tangled his fingers in her hair, caressed her skin under her shirt, and caressed her cheeks. She had unbuttoned his shirt almost halfway, and she caressed the back of his neck.
As their pulsing passion ebbed, so did the kiss, and it became more gentle and peppering. Catherine's breathing was labored and her face was flushed with heat. She rested her forehead against Warrick's and grinned. He grinned back and smoothed down her hair.
Catherine found herself becoming dizzy with overwhelming love and giddiness and she sank into his arms.
He lowered her to the floor to sit down. She was glowing with euphoria; her skin was bright and flawless and the glow in her cheeks made her all the more beautiful.
Warrick got up and closed her front door, then he sat beside her and took her hand in his. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed pleasantly.