Page 133 of Play of Love
Then, Margo being Margo, had to elaborate on the technique, and told us how to do it, too. She continued to tell us how she learned a little bit of sign language so she could communicate with two deaf children and that she’d seen a dog with three legs, and an African gray parrot. She told us all sorts of things, and I had to wonder how all of that could have happened in the time that she was at the station.
The talking made the journey go fast. It was weird being so close to Scott, yet not being close. From time to time, I’d catch him looking at me in the rearview mirror. Seeing him gave me that tingle and warmed my cheeks.
At one point, the look he gave me was so obvious and sexual that I could almost read his thoughts. I couldn’t wait to get back and go to his room.
By the time we got to San Francisco, it was just after midnight. The journey had taken a little bit less time than they had thought because the roads were quite clear, unlike yesterday. That was brilliant for Margo because the wedding was in fourteen hours and she had a lot to sort out.
As late as it was, we could see Cole waiting in the foyer for Margo. Margo didn’t really elaborate on what she h told Cole, but Scott and I hung back in the corridor to avoid any suspicion. As far as everyone knew, Margo was still just delayed at the hospital.
When Cole saw Margo walk in, he rushed straight over and hugged her, picking her up and spinning around with her. The two hugged each other as if they hadn’t seen each other in years, and love emanated from them, filling the room, filling the entire surroundings with its force. I took a moment to appreciate the sight.
“Cole, I’m so sorry,” Margo was saying into Cole’s thick mass of dark hair.
“Don’t, don’t. I’m so glad you’re here Margo.”
I focused on him and was in awe of the love I saw in his eyes for my friend. At the same time, I could feel Scott’s eyes on me. The pull of his stare was so compelling that I turned to face him. He was looking at me indeed, his eyes speaking a million things. But there was one thing that stood out.
A hint of sadness sparked in his eyes. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing as me, the thing I’d been putting off thinking about since this morning: that time was catching up with us. Catching up and slipping away, and all we really had was one more night together.
He placed his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. I rested my head on his chest as we turned around to head to his room.
Scott opened the door and watched me as I walked inside. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the large garden. When I turned around, I saw that he was still watching me, but it was the way he looked at me that held my attention. His eyes were filled with adoration. No one had ever looked at me like that before. No one. The stare undressed me right down to my soul. There was something different about the atmosphere around us. It was not because we were back here, in a different room and in San Francisco. No, it was something else, something I couldn’t quite describe. Whatever it was, it enhanced the mood, the passion, and the desire that rippled in waves around us.
I continued to watch him as he moved towards me, my eyes traveling over the powerful build of his muscular body. We didn’t speak. He just kissed me, and I fell into the sweetness of him, savoring the moment, savoring the time that we had. There was a dreamy intimacy to their kiss and to the way he touched me now. He touched me as if he wanted to store the memory of how I felt in his arms.
He undressed me and scooped me up so he could settle me down on the bed. Desire burned inside me as I watched him undress, too. I wanted to remember him, the way he looked, the gorgeous masterpiece he was that rivaled the Greek gods, and the firm, thick, length of his hard cock. The soft moonlight mingled with the amber glow that filled the room, bathing him in it.
When he slid into me, a shock wave coursed through my entire body, tantalizing me with soldering heat. But there was something else that amplified it which I hadn’t been able to describe. I knew what it was now, and it almost terrified me.
It was love.
This was supposed to be fun, but I’d opened the door and let love in . The love I’d worked so hard to rid from my system for all those years. It washed over me, but it wasn’t just me. Scott touched me in a way he never had before. It was like his hands were all over me, and he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t touch me enough. Was I imagining it?
I couldn’t tell because my own feelings were getting in the way. What I did know, though, was that some force took over us, bounding our bodies together. When we came, it was as one with a release that fueled me to new heights.
And, still, we didn’t talk. He just held me against him, as if I were his.
* * *
He made love to me all night. Each time, the feeling I felt was reaffirmed.
As the first hint of twilight broke through the sky before sunrise and the diffused pinkish light scattered across the scene that lay before me, a tear ran down my cheek. I wiped it away but failed to keep the rest from falling. Reality was setting in full force with the truth of the situation. It struck out at me, striking my heart, and going deep into my soul. I was nineteen when I first met Scott. I’d done everything with him. Everything. He was the first man I ever slept with, the first person I gave my heart to, and these few short days showed me that he probably was the only person who would have it.
But I couldn’t be with him. The horror of how I felt when we were last together filled me and made me anxious. There was no use trying to sugarcoat how I felt. The truth of the matter was that I loved him. I had never stopped. All I had done over the last six years was suppress my feelings.
But he would never love me . When I thought of his lifestyle, it made me feel worse. I could never hope for more because he was a famous football player, part of an extremely prestigious team, and, with that fame, came all the women. Women in droves, the fans and groupies I’d have to compete with.
I didn’t have the strength for it. My heart didn’t have the energy, and if I allowed him to break my heart once more, I didn’t think I’d be able to repair it. I looked at him, still asleep. His arms were around me, holding me close to his heart. He was just as beautiful to look at asleep as awake, and that was all it would be with him, physical.
Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of his arms and off the bed. I got dressed and left, making it to my room before the tears truly came.
