Celebrating In Bed

Mae

He pushed open his bedroom door before using his foot to close it behind him. It seemed a little silly that he would want the door closed after what we had done in his kitchen. I wasn’t going to complain though. It was more intimate and made it more private, like we were the only two in the room.

“Stay there,” he ordered as he deposited me on the bed. “Don’t move.”

I nervously laughed. “Where would I go?”

“I don’t know, but don’t.”

He rushed to the huge windows and pushed a button. Blinds automatically closed, plunging the room into darkness. In the muted light, I watched him move, lighting a few candles and casting the room in a warm glow. He picked up a remote and pushed a button, and the room immediately filled with some sultry jazz music.

“Wow,” I said, feeling the heat in the room rise. “You were prepared.”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. It’s just never worked out that way. I get near you and I can’t control my need. I’m always worried it’s going to be our last time