She tossed in turned in the dark, and finally looked at the ceiling of her bedroom. She sighed. She didn't get much sleep and it didn't seem as if she was going to actually going to be falling back to sleep anytime soon. She hadn't spoken to Bill for a couple of days. He didn't pick up the phone. He wasn't replying to email. He didn't respond in any ways she normally was able to get him. He was moody at times and she wondered if this was one of those moody times. He seemed happy ever since his last visit, but she was use to talking to him regularly.
She got up from the bed and padded over naked to her closet. She opened up her closet doors and looked for a shirt to throw on, when she saw it again. It was one of his shirts, his best shirt. While she blatantly stole a large black t-shirt of his, and wore that one on occasion, this one she had to acquire with stealth. The shirt was long black men's dress shirt with gray vertical stripes. Looking at the shirt reminded her of one of there last nights together. It was night of music, laughter, and late night coffee at the Stardust Café. She pulled the shirt out of her closet breathed in some memories, Old Spice, clove cigarettes, coffee, and lust. She didn't look at this shirt often, just at times when she was thinking about him and didn't want to get his hopes up to much. She only wore it once during a phone call with him since his trip, but he didn't know. She missed him right now, so it seemed right as she pulled it off the mirror and slipped it on, and buttoned it down her naked chest. She went out of the bedroom to the kitchen, maybe a cup of tea would settle her nerves.
She started to fill the pot of water when she heard the phone ring. She looked at the clock, 2 am. She didn't know who could be calling her this late. She looked at the caller ID, and while the number was different, the name said it all. She was happy and furious at the same time when she hit the talk button.
"Now MrBill," she said in a name that she knew made him smile, "What do you think gives you the right to call at all hours of the night, when I could have been sleeping? Especially after not contacting me at all for the past two days?"
"I'm sorry dawlin," he replied, telling her the name that she loved to be called. She missed being called dawlin the past two days, "I've been busy getting things done."
"And what is this with the different number," she said, "I'm not going to have to remember another one now am I?"
"Maybe, especially if you want to torture me. I picked up a cell phone. Will save some cash overall long distance wise. I've missed you," he said.
She smiled to herself, "Oh you have...missing me made you decide to call me this late," she said turning off the water and putting the teapot on the stove.
"Actually, seeing you prance around in my black dress shirt making tea is the reason I called, I would have called in the morning but this vision I couldn't resist."
She looked stunned for a moment, and looked around. She looked out toward the glass doors and she saw him. Sitting in a chair, a cell phone to his ear, and a cat ate the canary look on his face. He waved and she jumped in shock.
"You, are a deadman," she said, she sounded absolutely pissed, "What do you think gives you the right to do something like this." She turned off the phone and walked over the door. He still sat there; the smug look was off his face. He looked as though he was a dog that was caught doing something it shouldn't have. He looked around, but she knew he didn't have anywhere to run from this.
"I've told you stunts like this would probably freak me out, and there you go off and still do it. I can't believe this I..." she looked at him again, and she stopped. She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that she felt like she was caught red handed missing him, or she was just lashing out in shock. Come'on, she didn't expect a surprise visit like this.
"I..." he started, but she put her hand up to stop him, "I don't want to hear your excuses. You know better then this, now you better get up from that chair and come inside and show me that you are sorry.
He got up from the chair and walked over to her. She knew that it wouldn't take much for him to get forgiven. She felt him as his arms wrapped around her and squeezed her tight. The smell of Old Spice lingered from his neck, not the collar of the shirt she was wearing. His chest crushed into hers as she was lifted off the ground in a tight bear hug. He looked at her, her feet dangling off the ground as he kissed her briefly on the lips.
"You call that a kiss?" she chastised.
"Hey, I'm not the one wearing stolen property," he responded, putting her down on the ground and brushing a few strands of her red hair away from her forehead. "You know you just had to ask about the shirt, I've told you that I'd give you the shirt off my back before."
