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“God I ’ ve
been waiting for this moment for so long!”
    His fingers ran lightly across my
face, it felt so nice, and I wanted to let this moment linger as he moved some
of my black hair from my face.
    If you don’t show that you‘re
enjoying this, then he won‘t know that you care so much, I kept telling myself while he
cupped my chin, motioning it upwards toward his face and that sweet smile of
his. It made me smile when he did. I don’t know what it was about him that always
made me smile.
    Maybe it’s because you’re in love
with him you idiot!
    “You know, as long as I’ve known you,
Marley, I’ve never noticed how your eyes seem to shine so much.”
    He moved closer to me, and I could
feel his warm breath against my lips. That's when it happened. It was soft and
it made me tingle all over as I felt him deepen the kiss. I slowly stood and we
held each other close.
    That’s when the door opened with a
bright shot of light, and we heard a lot of cheers and shouts from people as we
stopped mid-kiss. Talk about being embarrassed that night. It would be the only
time we ever kissed like that.
    Go on girl, he’s still asleep... Kiss
him, he won't know!
    I shook that idea out of my mind. If
I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to be fully aware of what he was doing. I
got up quietly, yeah even for a fat chick I could move with ease as I put the
blanket back on him and went to the bathroom.
    I started making breakfast; scrambled
eggs, sausage, toast, and some fruit. When I started pouring the juice, I could
see his sleepy head pop up from behind the couch. Rubbing his eyes and
stretching out, he looked over and said, “Mm, a little breakfast, huh? Let me
check on my clothes and see if they are dry yet.”
    I decided to make a small bowl of
grits for myself, and when I came back to the table, he came in with his
clothes and sat down. We ate our food; well, we ended up eating off each
other's plate because he kept eating my grits.
    “Didn’t you tell me that you didn’t
like grits?”
    “I only like it when you make them;
yours are always good for some reason. I always enjoy having breakfast with you
like this. I’ve actually missed spending time with you, been so busy with work
and these shoots, and Laura, she keeps me on my toes a lot. You know, she was
telling me that she wanted me to go to France with her. I’ve always wanted to
go there and take pictures. I’m thinking about going, Marley. I really want to
go badly.”
    This is not the way to start the day.
I knew I was going to throw up my breakfast. This was like a bad fucking
nightmare. I heard the phone ring and got up to answer it.
    “Hello?”
    “Is Richard there?” asked a female
voice.
    I handed the phone to him as he
started talking on the phone. I was putting up the dishes as I heard him
telling her that he was over here for the night. I could hear her screaming
something, and he went on to say he had slept on the couch watching television.
    She thought we slept together. Oh my God,
she thinks we slept together!
    He hung up the phone but didn’t look
at me at first. Then he turned around and tried to put on a smile, but I knew
whatever she said hurt him. I just went back to rinsing the dishes before I set
them up in the dishwasher. “That was Laura. She was worried about me. I forgot
my cell phone, and she had been calling me half the night. Then she got your
number off the net and called.”
    “She sounded pissed.” I told him
point blank.
    “Yeah, she was, but she’ll get over
it. I’ve got to go back to the studio,” he said, putting on his shoes and making
his way to the door. He turned around, looked at me, and smiled, “I’ll call you
later. Maybe we can go out for lunch, if you like.” He closed the door, and I
slumped down in my chair with a heavy sigh.
    What is going on with me?
    I went to start my bath, figuring out
whether to use my vanilla or lavender bath salts. Oh hell, might as well use
both of them, so half of