Day 19: "What if we're wrong?"
She snuggled more firmly against him, her head on his chest, her soft breasts squeezed against his side. His right arm looped around her back, his hand resting flatly on her hip bone. She was still breathing a bit fast, she wasn't sweating per say but her body was oozing that post-orgasmic warmth and humidity. Holding her like that was heavenly. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet smell: her shampoo, her perfume, her own unique odor. She moaned tiredly, her body slack against his. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He knew soon enough she'll want to get up and use the bathroom but for now they stayed still. They enjoyed their newly found closeness, both physically and emotionally.
"What if we're wrong?" She asked, her voice soft, a tone of uncertainty to it.
He should have known that doubts, maybe remorses, would assail her. "Wrong about what, Babe?" He asked even though he knew what she was referring to. He needed her to say it.
"What if we can't do it, Andy? What if it becomes too complicated? What if we can't go back anymore?"
He rolled slightly on his side, her head now pillowed on his biceps and their eyes meeting. "Do you want to go back?" He asked in a breath, his heart seizing in his chest and beating wildly waiting for her answer. Images of their intimacy just minutes before invaded her mind.
His big strong hands on her hips, gently guiding her movements without imposing them.
His body underneath hers, inside hers, so right, so very right, making her feel complete and whole for the first time in… forever.
The passion, the sensuality and the absolute pleasure their union brought to her.
The sensations coursing through her body, from her hair dressing on her skin to her toes curling, magnificided by being with him: Andy, her friend, now her lover, the person she trusted the most.
The moment their pleasure reached a peak, their foreheads together, sharing one breath while looking into each other's eyes, baring their soul.
Never before had she felt so in unison with a lover. Never before had she truly known what it meant to be one. She had read it in books. Now, she knew. "No" She said, a small smile on her lips, tears coming to her eyes. She felt incredibly raw and emotional.
"It's not going to be easy." He gave her his crooked grin, his eyes shining even more in the candlelit room. "And if it's too much. I'll change departments or you'll take that amazing job you dream of. Or we'll retire together and travel and have sex in the middle of the day just because we can." He caressed her cheek, his fingers resting under her jaw. He kissed her slowly, their tongues dancing against one another. "We've had good careers and it was great. But did it fulfill you? It didn't for me. Not like walking on the beach at sunset with you does? Never. We've been friends for a long time, Sharon. We know each other, we love each other. I want to spend all my time with you, I want to grow old with you. I don't have any doubt about that. I don't think you have any either or you wouldn't be in this bed with me." She smiled tearily at him, acquiescing. "Maybe we're wrong or too optimistic. Maybe we won't be able to make it work, at work. It doesn't matter. Here, at home, we'll make it…" He didn't have time to finish his sentence as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him for dear life. Her dear Andy.