Page 10 of Deep Connection

“So, what happened after you took him home?” Dana asked.

“He went home, and I went home. That was it.”

Dana looked disappointed and funny enough, I’d found it upsetting as well. I’d wanted more but didn’t trust myself. Somewhere along the lines, I made the decision that I wanted Jason. It wasn’t ideal, there was a lot going on, but none of that mattered. Next time we had a chance together, I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to end the same way again. I was determined that I would find out how he made love. I already knew that he kissed without abandon.

“Would you tell me if something happened?”

I agreed that I would but knew that something was bound to happen. I was going to do everything in my power to make it happen.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

I stopped and looked at her. “Yeah, I really do.” It hit me then how much I was scared to death to like him. Why did it feel like loving Jason was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done?

Wait, love? The word in my head hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe that I’d thought such a thing. It had just come out and I wasn’t sure where it had come from. I surely didn’t love him. I liked him, desired him, but love? Now I was confused more than ever.

Jason was early to the next scheduled appointment he had, and he looked better. “Healing up nicely,” I commented as I opened the door. He was waiting at the side for me, right where he needed to be and again, I found it strange that he was so tuned to where he had to be. He hadn’t been blind that long, but it was like he just knew the area. I wondered how but didn’t want to start with anything deep. I was a bit weirded out by how I was feeling about him. I didn’t know how this was going to go. Was he feeling the same way that I was? Had certain things crossed his mind too?

“Yes, I seem to do that pretty well. I have heard before that something won’t heal and it does. I have just come to the conclusion that doctors don’t know anything.”

“Good thing I’m not a doctor.”

He agreed and followed me in. I was used to the tapping sound of the cane. It was his way of walking and like other things that made Jason different than other men that I was around, I was used to it. I was used to Jason’s adaptations, and I didn’t mind them at all. It was shocking to find out he was blind in the beginning, stopping many nasty thoughts in their tracks. But now that I knew how capable he was now, it really did something to me. I felt safe with him, a feeling that was strange considering the situation.

“Same room?”

I agreed and said I would be back in a moment. I had to set a few things down and turn the lights on. Jason might not need the lights on, but I did. My eyes were straining to see into the darkness, while he walked his way to the room that was now considered his. Before, it was just examination room 7.

As I made my way through the building, I lit the place up and felt a bit better when I got back to Jason. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are we still alone?”

His question threw me off and I told him that we had a few minutes before Dana was going to be here. I didn’t know how long it was going to be, but not long. It was needed for Dana to be more on time, a long time she’d come in too late. That was what I was thinking about with his question.

Jason was up and moving toward me with stealth, when he touched my shoulder and then pulled me in for a kiss. He oriented himself with one part of me, knowing where all the other parts of me would be. It was more than I could handle, and I was trembling when I heard Dana calling out to me a few moments later. She was early. Of course.

I walked out of the room and told Jason I would be right back. My voice quavered, and I knew that I had to forget the kiss for a moment. What a kiss though. It was hard and insistent, making my knees weak. He had held me fast against him and it had been an incredible feeling. I never wanted it to end.

Dana gave me a weird look and asked if I was okay.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, your hair is all mussed up like you’ve been making out in a closet with a boy.”

I laughed, the noise strained and strange. “You have a very active imagination.” Why was she so damn right though?

10

Jason

My therapy session was another promise of something happening and then it all going astray. I knew that I wanted Abigail, she wanted me, and the kiss just primed me for the rest of the visit. Physical therapy was hands-on, which meant that I got light touches throughout and it made me feel very weird. I wanted to know what was going on, but there was nothing I could do then. She was at work; I was a patient.

“So, are you going to let me come see you tonight? I could bring some wine, have that drink that you weren’t ready for the other night.”

She scoffed and I realized what I was saying, assuming, and implying. I was about to say that I didn’t mean it like that, but let’s be real, that was exactly how I looked at it. “You think that is a good idea?”

I told her that I thought it was a great idea. Abigail wasn’t so sure, and I wasn’t sure how to convince her. It was hard enough for me to figure it out. I wanted her to see that I was willing to go that extra mile. She would see that if she gave it a chance. That was all I needed.

“Alright, but it’s not what you think. It’s just a drink.”

That had me scoffing, but at least I was able to keep it to myself. I was trying my best to hold it in. If she thought nothing would happen, so be it. The truth was though that I couldn’t see. That was a fact. That meant though those other senses had heightened, and I swear I could tell just how ready she was for me. I wouldn’t have sworn to that being the case, but close enough.

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