reach out

Olivia awoke the next morning in Roger's room. Sunshine glistened through the curtains. She was in a sweat. Sleeping next to Roger was like being under an electric blanket. Just then the air conditioning kicked in and suddenly she felt a chill, she pulled the sheets over her bare self, and before she knew it, he'd wrapped his arms around her as if he was afraid she might get away.
It was good. She smiled, keeping still wondering what was next. Would it be like last night?

It had evolved after the kissing. Lots of kissing. Really the kissing just kept going. A marathon of them. Little ones, clicking one, laughing ones, stumbling ones and then those very much longing kisses that seemed to keep everything else happening as well, and then it did. They'd made love. That's what she believed. Not sex. It was love. On top. Underneath. On the side. Laughing as if this couldn't possibly be happening, but it was. Really.

And she really wished she could stop smiling about it. It was this very sweet surprise. And she was going to go, but the kissing commenced once more, and they both sort of forgot about that she was going to leave...after awhile.

Only now she needed to pee. She had to uncoil herself from around his fingers. Had it been just three minutes? It felt like thirty as she looked at the clock. It was going on ten in the morning.

Finally she got to her feet and felt under dressed. She tiptoed to the bathroom which wasn't all that for to go since it was easy to get to in his room. It was small with just a shower. She peed in the dark, wishing she could find something to wear. She found her T-shirt and bikinis on the way back.

"I thought you left." Roger looked at her wide eyed then. "Was I being clingy?"

"No," she shook her head. "I had to go to the bathroom."

"Oh." He sighed reaching for his pajama pants on the floor. Now he had to go.

She felt awkward as she sat down on the bed. While he was in the bathroom, she immediate crawled back under the covers. She felt comfortable there like a safe island, perhaps. She guessed they should talk about this, but she really didn't want too. Maybe it was a one time thing. Maybe she was dreaming.

She closed her eyes, no. She was here.

"So what are you thinking?" He got back into bed too as if they had all the time in the world. "I feel like pancakes, how about you?"

"Yeah," she nodded with a smile.

"Lets not try to figure it out, OK." He shrugged with a smile. "I mean, if you analysis it too much then it kind of takes the fun out of it."

"OK." She could live with that.

"I really want to be with you." He told her, he put his arm around her and sighed happily. Roger kissed her forehead then.

They talked about pancakes. Roger liked blueberry pancakes. She talked about strawberry syrup. And bacon. There had to be bacon.

"Lets get Lon to make us breakfast." Roger then laughed. "Oh yeah, he's gone to work. Maybe we could do something else." He grinned and Olivia grinned too.