by: Courtney
Chapter 8
You will always be the miracle
That makes my life complete
And as long as there's a breath in me
I'll make yours just as sweet
As we look into the future
It's as far as we can see
So let's make each tomorrow
Be the best that it can be
~ George Strait, I Cross My Heart
"She is just so . . ." Mark stops and looks across the table at Doug who is fighting hard to suppress his laughter. "What's so funny?" he asks.
"You, this . . ." he loses his composure and bursts into giggles.
"What? What did I say?"
"Sonya, she just so . . . dreamy!" Doug says with a sarcastic sigh.
"Stop making fun of me. I never said dreamy."
"No, but you thought it," Doug laughs.
"Is it so awful that I met a wonderful woman?" Mark asks.
"No, I'm only teasing you buddy," Doug says. "The truth is, I'm just a little . . . frustrated . . . these days."
"Carol's still not over all this huh?" Mark says with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"No, she's still a little weary of, well, sex. I guess that's understandable. I mean, I don't mind. I can wait. It's just . . . well, you know . . ."
"Frustrating?" Mark says with a smirk.
"Exactly. I feel like a fifteen year old," Doug laughs.
"She'll get over all this soon. Just give her a little while. She just needs to feel ready."
"I know. I'd never want to rush her into this. Besides, we'll have the rest of our lives."
"I'm home," Doug calls. He's just gotten off of a ten-hour shift and today was Carol's day off. "How was your day?" Doug calls into the bedroom. No one answers. "Carol?" He walks back and finds the bedroom empty. "Where is she?" he mumbles. He walks around the house but finds no sign of her. An eerie feeling of déjà vu creeps over him as he looks around. This is just how is was that night . . .
Just then, a note on the counter catches his eye. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it's from Carol. It says:
Dear Doug,
I had a few things to take care of this afternoon so I'm sorry I couldn't
be there when you got home. Meet me at my place at 7:30pm. I have a
surprise for you.
All my love,
Carol
Doug folds the note and looks at his watch. It's ten minutes after seven. If he's going to make it over there he'd better get going. He grabs his coat and leaves.
"Carol?" Doug calls when he walks into the house.
"Upstairs," she calls down.
"Should I come up or are you coming down?" he asks.
"No, come on up. Your surprise is up here," she says.
"Okay," he says out loud but to himself. He walks up the steps and goes down the hall to Carol's bedroom. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asks as he walks in. He stops when he sees the room. There are candles everywhere and soft romantic music is playing. But Doug is oblivious to all of this. His focus is on one thing and one thing only: the gorgeous creature he sees before him on the bed. "Wow," he says in a hoarse whisper.
"You like?" Carol asks with a grin. She's laying on the bed in a satin nightgown and smiling seductively at Doug.
"Like? That's not the word . . ." he says.
"So, what are you waiting for? Come over here," she says.
"I . . . are you sure about this? I mean, here, now . . . is this really what you want?"
"I have never wanted anything more," she assures him.
He smiles slightly and walks over to sit beside her on the bed. She puts her arms around him and starts kissing him as she unbuttons his shirt. "You're really sure?" he asks again against her lips.
"Shut up, Doug," she grins. He obeys.
Carol continues kissing him deeply and undressing him with frantic fingers. He sits back and lets her take charge. They begin making love, slowly at first, Doug being very careful with her. "I'm not going to break," Carol says breathlessly into his ear. Doug takes his queue from this and gives in to the immense passion he feels. They make love with all the pent-up desire both have kept in check for months then fall asleep in each other's arms. As Doug teeters on the edge of sleep, he thinks to himself that the rest of his life just began.
The End
January 29, 1998
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