Page 33 of Halloween with a Daddy
I don’t have a solution. I wish I did. It’s going to haunt my thoughts until I figure out a way to make this work. The thought of going back to the way my life was before her is agonizing. I can’t do it. I need her.
I look down at Bethany. She’s dozed off in my arms. Last night is catching up with us both, especially after all the chaos from this morning. I pull her closer and feel the warmth of her body against mine.
It feels right.
It feelsperfect.
Bethany
IwakeupinEdgar’s arms and realized I’ve slept longer than I should. Edgar has fallen asleep as well. Neither one of us got much sleep last night, and waking up wasn’t very peaceful because of what happened to Amelia. I could close my eyes and fall right back to sleep. I want to, but I shouldn’t.
I slide Edgar’s arm away and sit up from the couch. My clothes are scattered all over the floor, so I tiptoe around as I gather them up. My panties are ruined. Technically, they are Amelia’s panties, but they’re brand new and she’s never worn them, so I don’t think she’ll care.
I step into the bathroom, close the door, and get dressed in the clothes I have left. Amelia’s clothes aren’t a perfect fit for me, but they’ll do. We’ve always had a similar build, but she likes her clothes tight, while I usually choose comfort over style.
After reassembling myself, I make a trip to Edgar’s car and get my original costume. I spend some time in the kitchen with soap and water, painstakingly cleaning the blackberry vodka out of it. It’s a tedious process, but when I’m done, the smell is gone. I take it out to the courtyard and hang it up so that it can air dry for a while before I have to leave. The damage is minimal and I’m sure my grandmother can fix it. I just hate that she put so much work into the dress and I didn’t even get to wear it last night. If she’s able to make the repairs quickly, I might get to wear it on Halloween night when I give out candy.
That’s the best I can hope for right now.
I walk back inside and Edgar is still sleeping. I never thought I’d end up with a man like this. Tall, tanned, and absolutely freaking gorgeous. The age difference between us doesn’t seem like a huge obstacle to overcome. It was a different time, but my grandparents have almost the same age gap between them, and they’re happily married, still going strong all these years later.
I used to dream about that kind of love.
Is Edgar the guy that can bring the same happiness to my life? I want to believe he could be the one. I’m already getting attached. The thought of him leaving makes my stomach swirl with dread. I trust him. He promised he’d come back to see me. I just know how these things go. Distance makes even the strongest relationship more difficult. I’ll continue to have faith in him, as long as he doesn’t let me down.
Our time together is passing quicker than I’d like, but I truly hope this is just the beginning of something incredible for us both.
I’d dwell on it all day and night if left to my own devices. Thankfully, Edgar wakes up before I let myself get too deep in my thoughts.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of waking up to the sight of a beautiful woman looking at me.” He sits up and smiles. “Did you get some rest?”
“Yeah.” I move over to the couch and lean against him. “I don’t want to go, but I can’t stay much longer.”
“You’ve got class tomorrow.” He sighs. “I’ll be gone before you get done.”
“I know.” I tear up. “But you’re coming back, right? Just like we talked about?”
“Of course.” He puts an arm around me. “I’ll never break a promise to you, Bethany. Not intentionally.”
He holds me for a while, and then we lay back down on the couch. I wish I had time to do more than make out, but I really need to go home. Pulling away from him, just when things are heating up, is one of the hardest things ever.
“I’m sorry.” My fingernails trace one of his tattoos. “I wish I could spend the entire night with you again.”
“Next weekend.” He says with a sigh.
“Yeah.” I wipe away some tears. “I’ll stop by on my way to class tomorrow. We won’t have long, but you promised me breakfast.”
“I don’t break my promises.” He nods. “I’ll have it waiting for you. Along with the key I promised so you can give your grandmother a tour.”
“Thank you.” I lean against him.
I stay in his embrace as long as I can before I pull away to collect my things. We say our goodbyes and I can’t help but cry. Edgar wipes away my tears and tries to reassure me, but I still cry on his shoulder for several minutes. I feel like a different person right now. I can’t even remember the last time I truly cried. It feels like I’m tearing a piece of my heart out of my chest and leaving it with him.
I’m a mess most of the way home, so I stop at a gas station to get myself together.
I buy some eye drops and a soda. The eye drops do a decent job of hiding my sorrow. The soda gives my throat some much needed hydration. I fix my make-up as well, because my tears have made a mess of it. I don’t look perfect, but I don’t look like I’ve been bawling my eyes out. That gives me enough courage to drive home.
“Welcome home!” My grandfather greets me as soon as I walk in. “Everything okay with Amelia?”
