Page 44 of Absinthe Dreams
“As often and as long as I can get,” he reassured me, tipping my chin up with gentle fingers to keep me from looking away.
I smiled and said, “Sorry, I guess I’m insecure when it comes to sex and…” I hesitated, “Whatever this is,” I finished. “I don’t know the name for it.”
“We’ll figure it out in time,” he said and pecked the tip of my nose.
I smiled and nodded.
“Sounds good,” I said.
He let me go, and I could tell it was reluctantly. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and sipped at it, blew on it, and sipped again.
“Gah, hot,” he complained. I giggled. I had to.
He kissed me again, and I had to press my hands against his chest before we wound up doing it right here on the kitchen floor.
I didn’t think I’d ever been so passionate about another person in my life.
“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he growled, and the sound alone from his lips nearly did me in.
Holy shit.
“And you’re already late,” I chastised gently.
“Mm,” he started, and I held up a finger to stop him.
“No, not fuck ‘em.”
He grinned, laughed, and tried his coffee again, sucking it down in record time and sliding the cup in my direction.
“Gotta go. I mean it. Stay inside, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Be careful,” I told him.
“Always,” he promised, and he went out the back door. I drifted down the back hall and locked it behind him, just as his bike fired up outside.
I gathered up my sheet, went into the bedroom, and fought Charlie to strip the bed. Once everything was in the wash, I took another shower. This time mostly to ease my sore muscles from the unexpected and unfamiliar rigorous activity the night before.
When I got out, I dressed for the day, and with nothing else to do, scrubbed my bathroom.
I hadn’t really intended togoanywhere today, but now that I was under promisenotto go anywhere, all I wanted to do was get out of the house!
A knock at my front door startled me as I was rinsing the tub, and I swallowed hard.
I opened the hasp of the little hatch in the front of my door and looked out. A delivery driver stood on my stoop, andI remembered that I had that necklace coming! The emergency one!
“Hi, give me just a second to put up my cat. I don’t want him pulling a runner out the door.”
“Hey, yeah, sure – no problem.” The driver didn’t even look up from his tablet thingy, and I felt uneasy. I couldn’t really see his face, not from beneath the curved bill of his baseball hat.
I went and scooped Charlie off the couch and tossed him onto the unmade bed, closing the bedroom door before returning to the front door and unlocking it.
I took a deep breath and opened it. The young man held out his tablet for me to sign, which I did. With a smile, I took the box.
“Thank you,” I said. He gave a short, polite nod and bounded down the steps. I quickly shut the door and relocked it.
“Phew!” I muttered and went and let a yowling Charlie out of the bedroom. I spent the next little while on my laptop at the dining room table, completing the registration of my necklace with the company and ensuring it was functional by testing it, with my phone nearby for the call, as part of the setup protocol.
Let me tell you, that button wasstiffandvery hardto press, which made sense. If you were going to trigger a device like this, you didn’t want to do it accidentally. You only wanted it to go off with intention.
