Chapter 13

The foyer had solid oak floors and paneling to match. The kitchen was every women's dream, well almost. Stopping, Krystal looked around. There was only one problem, it was done in avocado green. "Tom, have you ever thought of changing the color of your kitchen?" Krystal asked casually. "It's nice, but a little outdated don't you think?"

"Haven't been in my home five minutes and already making changes," laughed Tom. "What color would you change it to, darling?"

"I didn't mean to suggest anything was wrong, Tom. I just think yellow would make it so much more bright and cheery," replied Krystal looking around the kitchen. "What do you think?"

"I think it's going to be your home too and if you want yellow then yellow you'll have," he grinned wanting her to make this her home. Opening a door she found the washer and dryer in a small dark room.

"Tom, why is this shut off from the rest of the room? It makes it look so dark," she frowned. "Why not use one of those doors with the slats that you pull open. That would give it light."

"You mean folding doors, darling," Tom chuckled. "That's a good idea. We'll add that to the list of changes."

Going into a room that looked like it was used as a family room. It had a well-used recliner and a table with a light next to it. Another recliner was sitting next to it. A couch with a floral pattern was in the middle of the room, but the centerpiece of the room was a red brick gas fireplace that you could see through to another room. On the mantel was a picture of a beautiful woman. She was looking at something other than the camera and tenderly smiling. Krystal picked up the photo, "Maggie, was a beautiful woman, I can see why you fell in love with her," she sadly remarked placing the photo back on the mantel. "I'm sure she loved you very much."

"Maggie is in the past, Krystal," Tom replied taking down the photo. "You're the future, I'll put away this picture. You'll be my wife and this will be your home, our home." Krystal was so moved she couldn't speak but simply smiled and nodded.

There was a formal living room and looked as though it had never been used. That along with the dining room seemed like two rooms that were only show places. "Tom, these rooms are beautiful, but when we have children they won't stay this untouched," warned Krystal. "Children have a way of making their presences known in a home."

"That's fine honey, we'll change these rooms to make them look like a family lives here," he pulled her to him, "I like the way your mind works, sweetheart." Walking side by side he showed her the two guest bedrooms with a bathroom across the hall. Then saving his bathroom for last, it too had hardwood floors and a huge king size bed. Everything was masculine, but Krystal didn't care. There on the bedside table was an 8Xl0 of Tom pining her gold wings on her. Her eyes filled with tears, "Tom, I can't believe you have this picture of us sitting next to your bed."

"I needed to see your face the last thing at night before I went to sleep. Then I had to look at that beautiful face every morning so I could go on with another day," he whispered just before he kissed her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed her body close. He loved her. Tom gently laid her on the bed as he kissed her passionately. Running her hands up and down his muscular back. He kissed and nipped his way down her neck. His lips closed over her collarbone and his tongue caressed her skin. He cupped her breasts and she moaned softly when his thumb caressed her nipple. Realizing she had nothing on under her sundress he lowered his mouth and cover her nipple. Laving it with his tongue until her dress was wet he sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth. Holding his head to her breasts she cried out his name, "Tom!" Encouraged he started to pull her dress slowly up her body. Suddenly Krystal realized she was too close to losing control. "Tom, wait! Your bathroom! I haven't seen your bathroom, yet," she said her voice was panic-filled. "We need to stop before we can't, my love."

Rolling over on his back Tom felt frustration like he'd never felt it before. "The bathroom is over there," he replied pointing. "Flip on the light and check it out."

"Tom, I'm sorry!" she whispered climbing off the bed. "Forgive me?"

To be continued…