March 26th
You're beggin' me to go, you're makin' me stay, why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know, do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?
"Love Is A Battlefield" ...Pat Benatar
The thirty minute drive to the airport was rather nerve wracking, despite the lack of traffic. My heart pounding so hard I could feel it echo in my head. Sudden thoughts of âwhat ifâ kept running through my mindâŠpushing them firmly backâŠhe would be there!! I kept saying that to myself over and overâŠfighting back tears, foot heavy on the accelerator, making the vehicle lurch forward with a deep growl. Why this tormenting lost feeling?
It would be alright once I laid eyes on Him, I just knew it. Squeezes eyes tightly shut, forcing myself to face the worst, yet hoping for the best. Opening them to the sudden blare of a horn...sighing softly, mind wandering back to that first time, same month one year before. From the moment he mentioned a meeting... sweet anticipation caused my heart to race and took my breath away. Knowing it was forbidden, and yet.....
March 15th
~~if I could turn back time...if I could find a way....Iâd take back all those words that hurt you and youâd stay...âTurn Back Timeâ...âCherâ
Gathers the thick golden strands up, unhappy with the look, staring at myself in the mirror, scrunching my nose in quiet desperation, wondering how the hell I was going to wear those stubborn curls. A deeply frustrated sigh escaping my lips, running the brush through my hair once more, thinking how much of a fool I was...to have agreed to this meeting, knowing what the discovery would do to my husband...my son. Places hands on the sink counter, feeling a thousand butterflies racing through my belly, just listening to the everyday noises that always brought comfort to my soul.
My son was getting ready for school, yelling for the dog to come inside to keep him company while he eats breakfast....my husbandâs electric razor humming in the other bathroom down the hall. These simple everyday things brought no pleasure this morning...it was Friday, March 15th...
the day
. I had already paved the way to sin by telling my husband of a much needed visit to my sister. A haunting phrase...âbeware the Ides of Marchâ drummed in my head. Making a face at myself in the mirror...how easily lies now slip from this womanâs lips...amazing in fact...since I always prided myself on being truthful and honest. Squeezes eyes tightly closed, unable to bear a flash of guilt stabbing into my heart.
Tossing the brush aside, heading to the kitchen to greet my son, a smile pasted on my face. âHey you! Gonna miss your mom tonight?â brushes my lips across his cheek, ruffles his hair and slips into a chair, pouring myself a hot cup of coffee. My son glances up, flashing a sunny smile, nodding his head as he digs into more cereal, one hand petting the labâs head.
She smiles back, fingers curling around the spoon to stir some sugar into my cup...âgood love...will miss you tooâ. Turning my head at my husbandâs approach, noting the quick peck on my cheek...swallows hard and tenderly slips my fingers in a slow caress of his jaw...murmuring...âmorning darlin...donât miss me too muchâ shifting in my seat, not wanting my agitation to show too much...âOh!!! Donât forget to set the timer on the lasagna...or my guys will starve...â dark eyes twinkling, despite the fear that continues to nag at the back of my mind...the fear of discovery.
My thoughts kept meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror as I drove to the airport, hoping my lover would find me pleasing, would want me as much as I wanted him. To have him fill that ache that began a long time ago. Laughs softly at myself...it was one thing to carry on a love affair in chat... totally another to bring those heat filled words to reality. Shivering suddenly...hoping I wouldnât find sanity and back out at the last moment. Resolve filling my mind....I wanted this as much as he did...and we both realized the consequences of our actions...yet...falling in love was something I wasnât prepared for...should have known the minute we met that he was the other half of my soul.
~~closer to the truth to say you canât get enough, youâre gonna have to face it, youâre addicted to love....âAddicted to Loveâ..Robert Palmer....
Anxiously awaiting his planeâs arrival, pacing on trembling legs between the monitor and the gate, counting every minute...cell phone clamped tightly within my sweaty palm...whispering to myself...âoh god...oh god...â feeling slightly nauseous. Swallowing the lump in my throat as I hear the announcement of the planeâs arrival at the gate....stiffening, turning to watch the disembarking passengers...suddenly unsure of why I was there....âoh my god...I canât remember what he looks like...â blinking rapidly as each person walks quickly by, going on with their own lives...frantically trying to recall a likeness, yet no one resembled him. The cell phone vibrates....glancing down into my hand, feeling a tingle run up my arm...my mind a total blank. Raises the phone to my lips and whispers tentatively into the receiver...âyes?â
âHello darling, where the hell are ya?â My heart nearly bursting, overcome with joy, simply at the sound of that sweet southern drawl in my ear.
Jerking as if the instrument burned a hole in my ear...seeing a well dressed tall man talking quietly into his cell phone, brown hair with a touch of silver, a wide grin spreading over his tanned features as he snaps the phone off and takes a few steps in my direction, arms spread wide.
Almost dropping the phone as my feet fly to his outstretched arms...feeling the warmth of his embrace...the first touch of his lips over mine...so cool and firm...the gentle thrust of his tongue into the warm cavern of my mouth, teasing and coaxing into a playful dance.
Drawing back to gaze deeply into his eyes, noticing how dark blue they were...hearing his murmur...âgodddd you are beautiful baby...so beautiful...come, lets get my bags...â lacing his fingers with mine, tugging me swiftly to the baggage area. His voice softly whispering about how happy he was to be with me...how wonderful the city looked from the sky...wishing he didnât live so far away.
All this chatter making my heart sing...my blood pump...knowing what will happen once we reach the hotel...quivering with anticipation, eyes brightly shining into those blue fathomless ones.
March 26th
~~I know her love is true, but it's so damn easy makin' love to you; I got my mind made up, I need to feel your touch...I'm gonna run to you..."Run to You"...Bryan Adams...
Pulling into the airport parking lot, my heart feeling like stone in my chest...that god awful feeling returning as the cobwebs of memory fade. Selecting an out of the way spot and gathering my purse, getting more agitated by the minute.
Pausing at the counter to check the arrival time and gate, then wandering aimlessly through the terminal. I finally decided that a good stiff drink would help calm my jittery nerves. Stopping at the first bar that caught my eye, waving off the offer of a menu as I hopped up onto the stool...ordering a JD on the rocks.
I tried taking slow sips while trying to keep my mind occupied with other thoughts. Still, my eyes kept straying to the clock.
Heaving a sigh, finishing off the drink and tossing the money on the counter, making my way to the gate, feet dragging...filled with dread...unable to pinpoint an exact reason for my unease. Another pause to recheck the flight, heart leaping, the plane was on the ground!
Searching for him, every face, asking passengers what flight they were onâŠ.nervous as a catâŠgodddâŠdonât do this to me!!âŠThere he is!!!!âŠthat initial leap of joy knowing he was actually here, running to his outstretched arms and hugging him tightly, savoring the feel of his flesh against mine.
Thatâs when I felt
IT
. Not that I didnât think he was happy to see meâŠit showed in his eyes at that momentâŠbut something wasâŠdifferent. I grabbed his hand and tried to make small talk to the elevatorsâŠ.he told me he hadnât sleep much the night before and had come online hoping to talk to me.
I told him I had taken a bubble bath along with a glass of wine to make me sleepy, never venturing online....actually thinking he wouldnât be there anyway. This visit he had only one bag, slung over his shoulder.
Walking to the car, we both seemed to fall silent. I settled behind the wheel and he reached over running his fingers down my right thigh, squeezing briefly than just as quickly withdrawing, asking how long would it take to get to the hotel.
My mouth dropped in surprise...he had yet to kiss me...and again, that nagging feeling of everything going wrong swept through me. I started the car, disappointed and hurt. Wondering why I felt this ....distance. I shrugged it off, telling myself to be happy, donât show anything in my voice...my actions. After all, he had made the effort to be with me.
Making small talk on the way to the hotel, I couldnât help but compare the previous visits to this one...something kept nagging at meâŠsomething didnât seem right.
When we reached the hotel, he seemed more like my loverâŠa little cockyâŠgrinsâŠbut always something I found endearing about him. I must admit I was impatient to get to the roomâŠ.to be with him, to feel him naked against my own body. I was getting extremely wet and excitedâŠ.thinking about it as he registered, laughing at his silly jokes, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear.