Loss and Longing

It was close to nine o’clock the next night before Stevie pulled up outside Grant’s house. It was later than she intended and she wondered if Grant would have given up on her. But as she reached the front door and saw him leaning in the open door way she knew she needn’t have worried. She smiled. “Hi.”

“Thought you must have got lost” he teased with a grin.

“No I just got held up, sorry.”

“I was only joking” he said. “I know you’re busy.” Then pulling her towards him he kissed her. Easing back he added “but I’ve been dying to touch you.”

She smiled “can we go inside first?”

He grinned. “I guess we’d better” he said and grasping her hand he pulled her inside and shut the door. However they didn’t get much further. He had barely shut the door before he brought his mouth down on hers. Stevie dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his neck. Grant picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. Not that Stevie knew that until later. At the time, she was already lost and Grant was her sole focus. They could have been on the moon for all she knew.

But lying with her head on his shoulder a little later she let her eyes wander around the room. It had white walls and like the living room and kitchen, it was minimalist in design. The room consisted of a wide bed, two bedside tables and an arm chair. One whole wall was made up of built in cupboards, eliminating the need for free standing storage pieces. He had one piece of art on the wall behind the bed but there was no other adornment.

Grant was watching her and as her eyes came back to the bed he asked with a smile “so what’s the verdict?”

She looked at him and smiled. “Sorry I was a little distracted when we came in so I didn’t get a chance to look. I like it.”

He laughed and rolled onto his side. Leaning his head on a bent arm he looked down at her, his eyes travelling down the length of her body before coming back to rest on her face “at least now, when we are texting late at night, I’ll be able to picture you in bed.”

She laughed, “trust me, I look nothing like this when I’m in my bed at home.”

He grinned “so what do you look like then?”

“Well, usually I have something on.”

The sheet was only half covering her and moving it further off her, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze he said “I like picturing you like this better.”

Stevie felt a wave of heat surge through her as the smile slipped from her face. 

“Of course, you could always stay here” he said watching his finger move up her thigh “and then I wouldn’t need to use my imagination.”

Stevie stiffened.

His eyes moved up to her face and she gave him a worried look. “I can’t do that” she said “I need to be at home.”

“No pressure” he said “if or when you’re ready, just know you’ll be welcome. More than welcome actually” he added with a smile.

She smiled, grateful of his consideration and understanding and reaching up, she pulled his head down and kissed him.