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She lit the last of six candles flanking the mirror on the bedroom dresser, walked back into the kitchen where Eric had finished washing the
last dish, and called out softly, “Eric, have you got a minute?”
When he turned, he was spellbound by the silhouette of her shapely figure outlined by the flickering dim rays of candlelight piercing
seductively through the thin layer of lace.
Eric issued one low pitch tone, “Whoa.”
“Is this too strong an answer on how I feel, Eric?”
Eric reiterated his one syllable response, “Whoa.”
“I guess this is alright for us, I mean our relationship . . .,” but before she could finish, Eric was there, all around her. No mores words, no
confusion, everything was clear between the two of them.
Eric picked up the woman he had wanted in his private thoughts for so many lonely years. He moved her into the bedroom and laid her
carefully onto the bed.
She unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest, felt his heart pulsing, pushing blood through all his muscles. Then his clothes disappeared.
The man and woman touched each other, and became joined flesh to flesh. She heard his breath deepen. Her spirit rushed up from its hiding
place, into her flesh, and then into his. Their lungs moved in harmony, each touch sent needles across her skin, up her arms and down her
spine.
From the emptiness that had occupied her heart, the memory raced up and wedged between the two lovers. It reached out from that dark
abyss where she concealed her painful secret. Like an icy rain, the vision from the past sent her spirit running back to where it had hidden
for so long.
Eric sensed it, two souls surging across the sky, together, and then one fled, separating quickly. He felt her fall away, vanish into the dark,
the raging fire quenched, You’re not there, you let go, but why? What did I do? Did I touch you wrong?
Eric slowly moved in next to her. He could feel her body shiver, not with the excitement that was there moments ago, but with fear.
She was filled with frustration and confusion, but especially regret. She had been robbed of her secret dreams of intimacy with the man
pressed against her. She now feared she might alienate the man she loved, and wanted, so deeply.
“I’m sorry Eric, so sorry. I wanted to be with you, so much, but it haunts me, always. I was, I mean, it just . . . I guess I’m not ready yet. I
thought I was, but its still there. I’m so very sorry.”
Eric could hear the tremors in her voice. He gently stroked her shoulder. Then he reached around her chest and pulled her to him carefully,
“It’s alright. We can work this out, the two of us, together. When you’re ready, you can share it all, whenever you choose, but maybe for
tonight, we could just stay here, close like this. If that’s alright with you?”
“You’re alright with that, I mean just touching up next to each other.”
“I won’t insult you and say it will be easy. Parts of me are about to blow a gasket, but I want you, when its right, and I will do nothing to
risk that.”
As Sam’s breathing relaxed, and her body stopped quivering, she reached behind her and touched him softly on his bare thigh. “I love you
Eric, for so long, I’ve loved you.”
“I do too, and I’ll always be here for you, forever. Everything will work out. We’ve all the time we need. We’ll chase out your ghost and
destroy the fiend that haunts you. We’ll do it together, you and me, so it’s only the two us.”
Does he know? How could he? I’ve never told anyone. I promise Eric. I will be there for you, like I want to be, like I’ve always wanted,
since the beginning, but I must push him out first.
last dish, and called out softly, “Eric, have you got a minute?”
When he turned, he was spellbound by the silhouette of her shapely figure outlined by the flickering dim rays of candlelight piercing
seductively through the thin layer of lace.
Eric issued one low pitch tone, “Whoa.”
“Is this too strong an answer on how I feel, Eric?”
Eric reiterated his one syllable response, “Whoa.”
“I guess this is alright for us, I mean our relationship . . .,” but before she could finish, Eric was there, all around her. No mores words, no
confusion, everything was clear between the two of them.
Eric picked up the woman he had wanted in his private thoughts for so many lonely years. He moved her into the bedroom and laid her
carefully onto the bed.
She unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest, felt his heart pulsing, pushing blood through all his muscles. Then his clothes disappeared.
The man and woman touched each other, and became joined flesh to flesh. She heard his breath deepen. Her spirit rushed up from its hiding
place, into her flesh, and then into his. Their lungs moved in harmony, each touch sent needles across her skin, up her arms and down her
spine.
From the emptiness that had occupied her heart, the memory raced up and wedged between the two lovers. It reached out from that dark
abyss where she concealed her painful secret. Like an icy rain, the vision from the past sent her spirit running back to where it had hidden
for so long.
Eric sensed it, two souls surging across the sky, together, and then one fled, separating quickly. He felt her fall away, vanish into the dark,
the raging fire quenched, You’re not there, you let go, but why? What did I do? Did I touch you wrong?
Eric slowly moved in next to her. He could feel her body shiver, not with the excitement that was there moments ago, but with fear.
She was filled with frustration and confusion, but especially regret. She had been robbed of her secret dreams of intimacy with the man
pressed against her. She now feared she might alienate the man she loved, and wanted, so deeply.
“I’m sorry Eric, so sorry. I wanted to be with you, so much, but it haunts me, always. I was, I mean, it just . . . I guess I’m not ready yet. I
thought I was, but its still there. I’m so very sorry.”
Eric could hear the tremors in her voice. He gently stroked her shoulder. Then he reached around her chest and pulled her to him carefully,
“It’s alright. We can work this out, the two of us, together. When you’re ready, you can share it all, whenever you choose, but maybe for
tonight, we could just stay here, close like this. If that’s alright with you?”
“You’re alright with that, I mean just touching up next to each other.”
“I won’t insult you and say it will be easy. Parts of me are about to blow a gasket, but I want you, when its right, and I will do nothing to
risk that.”
As Sam’s breathing relaxed, and her body stopped quivering, she reached behind her and touched him softly on his bare thigh. “I love you
Eric, for so long, I’ve loved you.”
“I do too, and I’ll always be here for you, forever. Everything will work out. We’ve all the time we need. We’ll chase out your ghost and
destroy the fiend that haunts you. We’ll do it together, you and me, so it’s only the two us.”
Does he know? How could he? I’ve never told anyone. I promise Eric. I will be there for you, like I want to be, like I’ve always wanted,
since the beginning, but I must push him out first.
Excerpt 2
Copyright 2007 by Michael W. Davis
Michael W. Davis
Stories to touch the heart and mind
