“I miss you.” She sighed.
“I’m not far.”
“I know. But I wish you were here.”
She could tell he was smiling. “I’m on my way, Little Kite.”
She smiled. “Ok, good. See you soon.”
She hung up the phone. Her heart was racing. She didn’t have much time. She took a quick look around. Her bedroom was ok. She ran and took a look at the living room and kitchen. She hastily washed a couple of dishes in the sink, but everything else was ok. All that was left was her.
She changed into a cyan slip and threw the matching cream and cyan light robe over it. She’d flat-ironed her hair the day before. It was still pretty straight, but had some waves in it from having braided it and put it up. Her hands were shaking a little as she combed it out.
Calm down, calm down. She told herself. He’s been over before. There’s no reason to panic this time.
She couldn’t get her hair totally straight, so she gave up and left it the way it was: down, but with soft waves. She brushed her teeth again and considered changing the bed sheets, but that would take too much time. She chose the clothes she was going to wear the next day and put them at the front of her closet. Then she thought about his. It was already really late and she wanted him to spend the night. For a moment, she wondered if she was putting him out by asking him over. Her doorbell rang.
“Hi,” she said softly, opening the door.
He didn’t answer. He just marched in, took her in his arms and kissed her like they’d been separated for years. She melted into him and kissed him back. When they had to stop because they were both out of breath, she pulled away from him a little and whispered,
“Hi.” He kept his forehead touching hers, his eyes closed. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“That they treated you like that. That they spoke to you like that.”
She put her hand on his cheek.
“Shh, shhh baby. I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”
She moved around him to lock the door. Then her mind went to practical matters.
“I was thinking, what about tomorrow? I asked you over here without thinking about-
He cut her off by shaking his head.
“I have my clothes for work in the car. Just in case.” His shy boy grin was back.
She smiled, also feeling shy.
“Then go get them, silly. No reason to leave everything out there.”
He smiled and turned to go.
“Wait,” she said. She grabbed the second set of keys out of the drawer in the valet table near the door. She handed them to him.
“And you should keep them.” She said.
He smiled again, a bigger, more confident smile. He stepped towards her to kiss her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Isa.”
She stopped him again.
“I know we’re only here a few more days, but will you stay? I don’t want you to go away anymore.”
He looked really shy again.
She shook her head, but couldn’t say anything.
“And when we get back home?”
“The same thing. I don’t think I want to sell my condo, but it would be nice for us to start somewhere new together.”
His smile exploded across his face.
“Be right back, beautiful.”
She went into the bedroom to make more space in her closet. She heard him come back and close the door behind him.
“Do you need a hand?” she asked, returning to the living room.
“I could use one, Isa.”
She smiled and took his shirt and shoes.
“Come on,” she said. “I made some room in the closet.”
He left his suit bag on the bed while he put his toiletry bag in the bathroom. She arranged his shirt and shoes. He came back over with his suit.
“You know,” she said. “I like that. I like that very much.”
“What’s that?” He was standing behind her, his arms around her.
“Your clothes. Hanging next to mine.”
“Mmm,” he sighed, bending to caress her cheek with his. “Me, too. I like that, too.”
She thought for a moment. Everything seemed to be ready for the next day.
“Do you need anything else, baby?” She asked.
“Yes.” He whispered.
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