Winter Season

Ice storm

Esther was awake but hadn’t rolled out of bed yet. What was the point? Her cellphone rang, it was Oscar.

“Good morning.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi sweetheart, you sound like you are in an amazing mood.”

“I am. What’s on your agenda today?”

“I have no agenda.”

“How about lettin’ me in, ‘cause baby it’s cold outside.”

“You trickster you.” She hopped out of bed and there he was. He had a smile as wide as his face and was holding a huge bouquet of flowers. “They are gorgeous.”  He handed her the flowers all the while noticing that she was wearing the outfit he bought her for Christmas.

She sat the flowers on the coffee table, before putting her arms around him. “Thank you.” She laid her head on his chest, his heart was racing.

He held her there for a long time. He was so thankful that she was in his life. He couldn’t and didn’t want to imagine her not being in it. He lifted her head and kissed her with THAT KISS. Did he know how amazing that kiss was?

“Have you heard the weather?”

She was a little shocked at this question, but after all it was still winter. “No, why?”

“They are predicting an ice storm. Do you have everything you need in case we get one?”  

She remembered the last ice storm they had while she was in Kentucky. The area of the state she lived in at the time, shut down for a week. “How bad are they sayin’ it’s going to be?”

“1/2 inche or more.”

“I think I’m good.”

He hadn’t let her go; he bent down and kissed her again. She couldn’t believe it was THAT KISS. She panted, “one of these days you are going to kiss me like that and I’m going to, hmmmm.”

He whispered in her ear, “tell me what you’re going to do to me?” He kissed from her ear down her neck. She shivered in his arms. He knelt in the floor bringing her down with him. This time his kiss was soft and gentle. They were always welcomed and always delicious but it was THAT KISS that made her body react in a totally different manner.

She rubbed her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes soaking in her touch. Then she moved her fingers across his face, down his neck, “don’t stop.” He breathed.

She held his face in her hands, “Mr. Patterson, I could do bad things to you.”

“Miss Morrison, I’d let you.”

“What time is this storm supposed to hit?”

“Changin’ the subject?”

“If you haven’t noticed, there’s no need to change the subject.”

He kissed her again. This time she gave him a kiss of her own. She knew it wasn’t anywhere as good as his but she did it anyway. He put one hand in the middle of her back and guided her to the floor. He knew kissing was powerful, but had no idea it was this. All of his senses were awake. His body ached. All he wanted was more. He stopped and they were nose to nose, both panting.

Winter Season