Page 314 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Reason To Sing

I have no idea. I don’t want to put any pressure on either
one of us.
Pressure? Geez, I have no idea what I should wear to bed.
Something sexy? Something cute? Something new? Something
he’s seen before. I pull out a pair of cute little PJs. Hold up the
top while looking in the mirror. Cute, yes, but he’s never seen
these before and he might think I’m trying too hard.
How about this plain old white oversized t-shirt? Gord has
always preferred the comfy look on me. Maybe this is the best
choice? Back to our old comfort zone.
How can there be an old comfort zone? We can’t just erase
everything that has happened, can we? Pretend like that was a
Twilight Zone moment and now we’re back to reality? I don’t
think so. Whatever zone we are now entering, it is brand new.
And frightening.
Still, I can’t believe my bedtime wardrobe is taking this
much thought! I finally decide on a simple silk nightie and slip
quietly out of the bathroom. All the lights in the house are out.
He must have snuck by me.
And there he is. In bed. In OUR bed.
I think he’s asleep.
I am actually relieved. That answers THAT question.
Careful not to wake him, I slide into my side of the bed.
And then I feel it. His touch. The touch I have longed for every
day since the day he left. My body responds involuntarily.
I have no choice. I mean, how long has it been? And it has
always been this way. This man could touch me anywhere and
my body would dissolve instantly into his hands. Like it is
dissolving now.
He places his hand on my shoulder and gently grips me.
His other hand reaches between my thighs and softly pulls me
in. I submit completely to his welcome embrace. His warm

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