Loss and Longing

After picking her sister up from her friend’s house and dropping her back home, Stevie drove to Grant’s. As usual he was waiting for her at the door when she arrived. “Hi” she said reaching up to kiss him.

“Hi” he said and clasping her hand he lead her into the living room. She saw he’d poured her a drink and lit the fire.

“This is nice” she said as she sat down next to him on the couch and took at glass he handed her.

Pulling her close to his side, one arm around her shoulders, he said “mmmm.”

They were quiet for a while, enjoying the peace, before Stevie said “hey Mum asked if she could meet you.”

“Sure” he said. “When?”

“If you’re free Saturday night, you could come over for dinner?”

Grant smiled “Stevie you should know by now, the only person occupying my evenings is you. So I’m free any night.”

She smiled. “So Saturday’s okay then?”

“Yes” he said.

Looking away she said, “and then we can come back here and I could see how good you are at cooking eggs.”

“Eggs?” he asked with a frown.

“Well that’s what I have for breakfast, but if you have something else....” she said with a grin and watched as after a moment of puzzlement she saw a slow grin spread across his face.

“You’re staying?” he said.

“Barring an emergency, yes.”

Grant put his glass on the side table and taking hers did the same with it. Then pulling her into his arms he brought his mouth down hard on hers.

That night they didn’t move to the bedroom. Grant just lowered her to the rug in front of the fire and that’s where they stayed.