Yet, the whole day seemed like hell to me. First, I left my purse over at that party and someone stole it. I had my money, some jewelry, good make up and credit cards on there. Second, Chris hasn’t spoken to me in two days. Third, I was getting ready to leave and Michelle told me she wasn’t going. And last but not least, Chris was nowhere to be found. He told me before I fly down to Orlando that he would pick me up from the airport and take me to the airport. He obviously lied. I had to ask Bev if she would take me.
I thought back to our conversation to the airport: “You have to understand Chris. He gets like this at times. He forgets and you have to forgive him,” Bev said.
“I forgive him,” I lied.
“I just don’t understand how he forgot. I reminded him this morning. He thinks so highly of you, Jennifer. It’s as if…” she said, but stopped mid-sentence.
“It’s as if what?”
“Nothing, never mind. Another time, another place,” She said as a pleasant smile graced her face.
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I release a content sigh as I walked into my apartment. “Home, sweet, home,” I said aloud to myself.
I walked set my suitcase in my room and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the tub and pour some bubble bath into it. I lit some of the candles and turned out the lit. I quickly shed the clothes off my body and slowly lowed myself into the tub, letting the hot water soothe my body. I turned on the radio sitting on the table by the tub. D’Angelo’s Untitled (How Does It Feel) filled the bathroom.
After awhile, I slowly pulled myself from the now cold water. I pulled on my terrycloth rode and brushed my hair. I blow out the candles and turned off the radio. As I walked out of the bathroom, I stepped on something sharp. I bent down and tried to examine it in the dim light.
I turned the light on in the bathroom and discovered what it was. “A Hershey Kiss? What’s that doing here?” I asked myself. Much to my dismay, I discovered a trail of Hershey Kisses leading to my bedroom. I quietly crept over to my door and faintly heard music on.
I slowly turned the doorknob and was taken back by what I saw. My room had candles all over it, giving it a soft glow. Buys II Men’s I’ll Make Love To You was playing and someone was sitting on my bed.
“Chris?” I said as he turned around, “what are you doing here?”
He slowly stood up and walked over to me, holding a rose in his hand. “Forgive me,” he said and handed the rose to me.
“Chris,” I began until he kissed me softly on the lips.
“Please,” he pleaded, resting his forehead against mine.
“I forgive you,” I said quietly as he kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He ran his hands down my sides and opened my robe. He slipped it over my shoulders and left it fall aimlessly to the floor. “Chris,” I began, “We can’t.”
He kissed me again, letting his tongue feel the inside of my mouth. “Yes we can,” he said. We slowly maneuvered over to my bed. I sat down as he pulled of his shirt and pants. I laid down as he lowered himself onto me.
“Chris,” I began again, but silenced myself as he brought his lips to my breast. He then kissed my stomach and brought himself back up to my lips. He moved over beside me and removed his boxers. He moved back over on top of me and entered me slowly.
I was about to protest one more time, but I was soon lost in the sensations he was giving. After we both hit our climaxes, he rolled over next to me and wrapped an arm securely around my waist.
‘What have we done?’ I thought to myself.
After he fell asleep, I got out of bed and put on my robe. I blew out all the candles and exited the room. I put some coffee on and sat down on the couch in the living room. I looked over at the clock and it read 3:36 am. Chris came into the room and sat down next to me. He nuzzled my neck and said, “What are you doing up?”
“Chris, what have we done?”
“We made love,” was his response.
“But you’re still together with Dani.”
“She doesn’t have to know. It can be our little secret.”
“Promise me you won’t tell her. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this,” I said, overcome with emotion of guilt and sadness.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Why did you come here?” I asked curiously.
“Because I wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize for what?”
“For being a jerk lately.”
“You weren’t being a jerk.”
“Yes I was, I was ignoring you,” he said and raised his head so that he was eye level with me.
“Why were you?”
“Because I was jealous.”
“Jealous over what?”
“I was jealous because I thought you liked Joey more than me.”
“Chris,” I began and ran my hand through his hair, “I could never ever love anyone as much as I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
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I woke up and sat up from the floor. Last night, Chris and I made love over and over again on the couch and on the floor. I looked over at his sleeping form and ran my hand across his chest. He stirred a little, but remained asleep.
I stood up and walked into my bedroom. I put on some clothes and put my hair back in a bun. I heard the ringing of the telephone and ran out into the kitchen and picked it up, “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Jennifer Shaw?”
“Yes it is.”
“Would you be interested in buying a Discovery card. For the first year, no interest rate…”
“No thank you, I’m not interested.”
“Okay,” she said and hung up.
I quietly set the phone down and looked over at Chris. He was still sleeping. I pulled out a pan and made Chris and I some pancakes. I was just about done when Chris scared me by wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Smells good,” he said.
“Thank you.”
When I was done. We quietly ate, lost in our thoughts.
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