While Tom unlocked his apartment door and flipped on the lights, Edie admired his profile, solid jawline, and a straight nose. He was clean shaven, which she loved, and he took her breath away every time. He ushered her inside, and she dropped her wrap on the back of the couch, turned to him, and hugged him."I had the best time of my life tonight, and I don't want it to end by going to bed by myself." Edie kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear."Uh-huh, me, too. But are we ready?" Tom whispered by her ear. He swayed as if still dancing and she went right along with him."Ready for what? For sex? I've been ready." Edie spoke softly against his lips."I haven't been in a relationship for quite a while," Tom said. "And you want to know why?""Why?""Because I don't want a frivolous one-night stand. I want a relationship where we are both serious and agree on the same thing.""What's that?" Edie stopped dancing and looked into his blue eyes. Her knees weakened, and she clun
The following morning, Edie woke and lay still. Where was she? It didn't smell like her room at Gramps, and it sure wasn't her prison cell. The scent of sex was strong. Her legs were wrapped around something hard and hairy, like a man's leg. She squinted and then peeked out. A very muscular forearm lay across her chest, caressing a breast. She turned her head and her gaze found Tom's unusually dark-blue eyes staring into hers."You are so beautiful, Edie. Where have you been all my life?" Tom caressed her cheek with his knuckles."I think we've both been hiding in plain sight." She settled into the bed, still tired, snuggling closer to him, glad it was Sunday morning."Good way of putting it..""Hmph," she moaned, tugging the sheets closer, not wanting to move."You ready for some coffee?" Tom leaned over and kissed her cheek."I'm not ready to get up yet. I didn't get much sleep last night.""And whose fault is that?" Tom asked."Ooohhhh. Just a few more minutes, pleas
Tom sat across from Edie at the bistro-size table in the corner of the living room. Between the two of them they almost finished a large pizza. Edie left the last pieces for him. He admired her beautiful face and wanted to kiss her all over. He wasn't ready for her to leave and go back to her place, either. He liked her here. she made his nondescript apartment a home. And then a lightbulb went off in his head.He thought about the idea a bit and decided to dive right in and ask. "Edie.""Yes, lover boy," she sang.Tom couldn't help but laugh with her parroting a scene from Dirty Dancing. "I've been thinking.""Uh-oh. I'm in trouble." Edie looked away, resettling in the chair."No, listen. This place is not a home to me, either. There's nothing personal of mine here. But when you're here, you light up the room. Your cute giggles bounce off the empty walls. You make it a home for me. Are you with me so far?""Yup, I follow you.""So, I was thinking. I'm on a month-to-month
As Edie and Tom stood at the foot of her bed at Gramps' house, she felt a bit of guilt. As Edie looked up at Tom's comforting blue eyes, her mind wrestled with all the emotions running through her. She wanted him to protect her with his strength. She wanted him to make her feel safe like only he could. As his scent overwhelmed her, pushed away her fear, she burrowed against him. She could smell his woodsy, piney aftershave and could feel his warm skin against hers. His broad, muscled shoulders felt so powerful beneath her fingers, and when she glanced at his full masculine lips, a quiver slid down through her tired, aching body.She held her breath as he gazed at her through the narrowed slits of his darkened eyes. And when his lips met hers, she reveled in their softness and warmth. His kiss grew desperate and hot as his mouth devoured hers, making her ache with desire. She wanted his touch, needed him to put out the raging fire burning deep inside her, and so much more. She ran her
Tom opened the door. "Hi, there. You must be Hank. I spoke with you on the phone.""Hank Prescott. I'm the owner of the company, sorry I'm running a little late tonight. I hope that's okay." He shook their hands."It's fine. Come on in and have a look around." Tom stepped aside, letting him inside. "This is our first time doing something like this, so you'll have to explain how it works.""I'll be glad to after I have a look around." Hank surveyed the rooms downstairs and then asked, "Okay if I take a look upstairs?""Sure," Edie said, as she clenched her hands together. I hope I'm making the right decision.She and Tom waited in the living room for Hank's return. And when they heard him coming down the stairs, Tom stepped forward and offered him a seat on the couch."Sure, thanks." Hank sat and placed his aluminum clipboard on his lap. "I need to work up some numbers here.""Go ahead. We're in no hurry." Edie glanced at Tom and shrugged. Edie sat in the rocking chair and
Edie awoke with her legs wrapped around Tom's, and it felt so right. She'd love to wake up like this every morning. She licked her lips and swallowed."Are you finally awake, sleepyhead?" Tom nuzzled her neck.She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. "Don't you have work today?""Why? You wanna get rid of me?" Tom kissed her cheek then down along her jaw."No, of course not. I do have work and wanted to call Hank this morning." She swung her legs over the side of the bed, but Tom clutched her around the waist and hauled her back, tight to him. "What do you have in mind, mister?""We have the right amount of time," Tom said while kissing her neck and shoulder."Time for what? You're not making any sense." She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair."Time for us, for you and me to lie together and appreciate our lo - our feelings for each other.""I'd love to do this every morning, too." She kissed him with passion, arching her body
Edie entered the shop like usual through the back door. She placed her lunch in the small fridge and put her purse behind a box in the breakroom. Someone was here because the lights were on, so she proceeded into the store. She adjusted some items and, when she turned the corner, Shirley stood by the front door, watching the traffic outside."Good morning, Shirley. How are you today?" Edie really had to work at being pleasant to this woman who didn't seem to have anything positive to say about anyone or anything."I'm fine. I'm here, aren't I?" Shirley huffed."I'm glad you're here. I miss you when you're gone." Edie continued fine-tuning the items on the tables and racks."Do tell. I doubt you ever missed anyone in your life. I read in the paper about what you did. You should be ashamed of yourself, an ex-con showing your face in this town again. Who do you think you are, anyway?" Shirley scoffed then turned around.Dolores stood in the middle of the store and had heard ever
Tom left early in the morning, intending to return to the house when the movers arrived. Edie left an hour or so later. Once on the road, the traffic was light. She hummed to the song on the radio as she glanced in the rearview mirror. A small white car came out of nowhere and was close behind her. She slowed to let the auto pass, but it only moved closer behind her. Remembering a short cut, she suddenly swerved onto a dirt road, dust flying from under her tires as she stepped on the gas. When she came to the end of the road and stopped to check for cross traffic, the vehicle was still behind her.Edie parked behind the shop and stepped out of her automobile. The little white two-door with tinted windows came to a complete stop behind her, then squealed its tires driving away. Edie's heart pounded as she entered the shop through the back door. She leaned against the nearest wall and tried to calm her breathing.Dolores poked her head out of her office. "What's wrong? What happened?