Page 9 of Deep Connection

“You did it to save me from more questions, right?”

I agreed if that was what she wanted to hear. “You can take it that way if you like.”

She scoffed, “Was that the way it was?”

“When a man is that close to a beautiful woman for that long, it’s hard to not kiss her.”

Abigail made a clicking sound with her tongue. “You don’t know if I am beautiful. You can’t see me.”

I agreed. “It is a regret that I have, but one that I can’t change. Beauty isn’t always looks. You have a spirit that makes you amazing.”

She made a sound and I wanted to kiss her again. I asked her if I could, and she surprised me by leaning in to break the distance. I think both of us wondered where all of this play was going to go. She was driving me crazy, and I’m pretty sure that she knew it.

When our lips touched this time, I was able to cup her cheek and hold her there. I could take my time, kiss her nicely and slowly and revel in the way that she surrendered to me. It was the sweetest thing, and I couldn’t help how turned on I was. Abigail was perfect, and she was right. I had never seen her, but I felt her face, knew every groove, and was delighted in the way that she tasted. It was all more than I wanted to think about. I was sure that life was always going to be sweeter with Abigail in it.

Something pushed me to want more, and I started to pull her onto my lap. She had a steering wheel in front of her and I groaned in frustration. Abigail pulled back and tried to collect herself. She wasn’t able to right away and that made me feel a little bit better.

“Sorry, I got a little bit carried away.”

“It’s okay,” Abigail said to me slowly. I could tell that she was bothered and neither one of us said much of anything on the way back to my place. I asked her if she wanted to come in for a drink, but she refused me. I wasn’t surprised, of course, but I wasn’t happy about her refusal. Damn I needed her. What was holding her back? Was it because I was blind? We were so good together, the chemistry was there, so why wouldn’t she give us a chance?

9

Abigail

Dana had a look on her face Monday when I saw her. I hadn’t been able to get ahold of her all weekend and if I didn’t know any better, I would think she was mad at me. I didn’t know for what though. She was just so mad, and I finally asked her what was going on. She was there before me, which felt weird.

“I was wondering what you were up to this weekend.”

I shrugged. “Not much. I went to the farmer’s market. I thought we were going to go together, but you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

“I was upset.”

I wanted to tell her that it was obvious that she was upset, but I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. I tried to wait for her to tell me what was going on, but I finally asked. She was acting weird, and I didn’t want this weirdness between us all day. It would be a long one and since it was Monday, it didn’t make sense to make it any longer than it already was. I tried to get her to focus on what was next, but there was nothing I could do about it. I knew then and there that it wasn’t going to work. It never did.

“I tried to call Jason this weekend, and he told me something that shocked me. It was bad enough to hear that you and he are into each other, but I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me yourself. Why would you let me find out through a stranger?”

I was at a loss of words. Jason had told her that we were together? Why did that make a wave of heat flush through me and make me happy? I hadn’t expected him to think that a couple of kisses would warrant him to back off of Dana, but damn it I was glad for it. I felt so bad because I was happy for it. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be, but it was hard not to feel something.

“You aren’t denying it.”

“It wasn’t all that dramatic. It was one kiss.”

She got quiet and I asked her what was going on. “You two have kissed?”

I told her that we had. I didn’t mention that the only reason I said that was because she was upset, and I didn’t want to deal with it. I reckon she didn’t need to know that.

Dana didn’t stay mad too long though. Instead, she leaned in and wanted to know how it was.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he is blind, so was it like different or something?”

I had a feeling that a lot of her thing with Jason was some fetish that she didn’t want to really talk about. I guess I could have lied, but it was different. It felt like Jason was kissing me deeper and like he was a balm to my soul. How was I supposed to explain that?

“It was amazing, and I didn’t even know he was going to do it. He did it at first to save me from someone coming up to ask about their kid. It was a rough night because of the one-year anniversary. He asked me if I wanted company and he said he would go. He was great, pulled me out of the crowd when I needed it. I don’t know how he does it, but even without sight, he was there to help me. I don’t know what I would have done without him there. I was so grateful that he was there for me.”

Dana looked happy for me, with a side of jealousy. I didn’t blame her for it either. I would be jealous too. It was a lot to take on. It was just that simple.

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