Loss and Longing

The next day Grant rang her at lunch time and invited her over for dinner that night. But this time he said, he would organise the food. Stevie liked that he didn’t leave her hanging. The more time she spent with him, the more she wanted to spend with him and it seemed he felt the same.

When Stevie arrived at his place that night, she found he’d made a curry and rice.

“I hope you like spicy food” he said.

She smiled, “sure” she said and they ate and talked and laughed. She was finding out he had a wicked sense of humour.

“That was amazing” she said as she lowered herself onto the soft leather couch in the living room after they’d cleaned up.

“Thank you” he said and turning to face her, he slid his hand into her hair, his thumb moving in slow circles over her jaw.

Stevie began to tingle all over. She wanted to kiss him and after a second she did. Grant folded his arms around her and as the kiss became more heated he pressed forward until she was lying on the couch, his body half lying over her.

As his mouth moved to her neck, Grant said “I think I may have over-estimated my ability to take things slow.”

Stevie smiled. “I know what you mean” she said. Her heart was racing and she longed to feel his skin beneath her fingers.

He moved back to look at her, “so what do we do?”

“I don’t know” she said “but we said we’d just see what happened. What if what happens isn’t slow?”

Grant grinned. “I can live with that.”

Stevie laughed. She’d never felt like this with any man and it was a feeling she was powerless to resist. “So slow it isn’t then” she said and pulled his head back down to hers.