Page 20 of Kaede
“Oh…” Daisy sits up straight. “Where were you?”
“At Kaede’s house.”
Her gaze tracks to the door. “Kaede’s place? The Kaede that was just in here?”
“Same one.”
I tell her the story and she continually sips her cup of tea, not saying anything. By the time I’m to the point where I don’t wantto say more and everything that’s left is the stuff I’m dying to tell her but probably shouldn’t, she’s smiling.
“What? Just say it…” I say, both wanting to know and not wanting to know what she’s thinking.
“I remember you at our wedding. How when I looked over at you dancing with Kaede, you looked up at him and you smiled. I thought to myself, ‘He deserves a woman like Willow.’ I just didn’t know that he actually deservedyou.”
I lean forward. She’s my sister. I can tell her anything. “We had sex.”
Her face pales. “He didn’t force?—”
“No! No. We both wanted it to happen. God, did I want it to happen.”
Daisy chuckles and her hand lands on mine. “I know what you mean.”
“And… and Daisy, it was incredible.” My pussy quivers remembering how she pulsed around him and how he gave her what she craved.
“But sex can just be sex, Willow.”
That was what I’d considered on the drive in. Mr. Only Right Now, but every pump of my heart told me that Kaede isn’t just for now, he is forever.
“This was so much more. It was intimacy that I’ve never experienced with a man.”
“It is something else, isn’t it?”
“You can say that again.” I widen my eyes and she giggles.
A long sigh rises from my chest. “I just don’t know if I can fit into his life and can I give up my life in Helena?”
“I won’t sugar coat it. It was an adjustment, but what would you really be giving up, Willow?”
I sit back. Shopping on a whim isn’t necessary. And did I really need to go to a Tuesday night five-dollar movie if I had someone to watch my collection of DVDs with me? Were thosehappy hours three nights a week needed when happiness was right in front of me? And did those happy hours ever truly make me “happy”, regardless of their promises?
Nope.
“Do you have Wi-Fi out here?” I glanced around.
“We do now. I couldn’t live without it. You know me.”
“I’d definitely need it for work.” I stare into my empty cup. “I’ve always wanted to start my own graphic arts business…”
“Kaede could be your first customer.”
“What?”
“His leather goods. He’s been making them for two years. Sells them in Helena at that little boutique?—”
“Bubbles and Bags?” My stomach bottoms out.
I knew him before I knew him.
“That’s the one. He’s really talented.”
