“I’m yours all night, then.”His voice dropped an octave.The sexy, silky timbre calmed my nerves and excited my senses.“I’ll be right here on the couch.”
Did someone just throw a bucket of ice-cold water on me?
Aaron
Christa didn’t get much sleeplast night.I heard her tossing and turning, punching her pillow, and huffing loudly.That also meant I didn’t get much sleep.Knowing she was just a few feet away.In the bed.Most likely naked and waiting for me.
But I couldn’t do exactly what I wanted to do.Storm into her room, throw the covers off her luscious body, and do all kinds of wicked and naughty things to her until the neighbors complained about her screams.
That was exactly what she wanted me to do, of that I had no doubt.But she wanted that before and I gave it to her, then she regretted it.I hadn’t forgotten how that hurt, even though I couldn’t blame her after the way I’d hurt her.
Because of that fiasco, she had to be sure she wanted me.Not for just one night.Not just for the time being.
Forever.
When streaks of sun shone through the blinds, she got up and went straight to the shower.After I made her breakfast with coffee and left it on the table with the latest letter, I slipped out the door and locked it behind me.Then I sat in the parking lot and kept a watchful eye on her place for a while.When she emerged, slid into her car, and drove away, I made my way back to my condo.
My meeting last night was with Delilah.I changed up the rules again.Christa would still get the daily texts and the occasional letters, but she’d see less of me.Believe me, there was no doubt that would hurt me more than it would hurt her.
I hoped absence did make the heart grow fonder.
My whole world was riding on that cliché.
Change of Plans
Aaron
Everything that happenedlast night still weighed heavily on my mind first thing the next morning.I ran through the events one more time as I sat outside Christa’s apartment, hanging around to make sure that dickhead didn’t show back up for some reason.
My thoughts drifted back to the beginning of the evening, before Christa’s encounter with Jared, when I was still with the “other woman” I mentioned to Christa...
“Now that she’s had another taste of the man in charge, it’s time to take him away from her.”Delilah pinned me with her steely-eyed gaze.She knew I didn’t want to do this part of the plan.
“Delilah, what if this backfires on me?”
“It won’t.If she doesn’t miss you when you’re gone, there’s not much to fight for, Aaron.”
I couldn’t even consider that possibility, but I knew she was right.Christa had to want us as much as I did for our marriage to stand a chance.
“Okay.What are the rules?”
“You can only see her twice a week.Pick two days, stick to the plan, and make the time with her count.”
I left Delilah’s and headed home, wracking my brain to figure out how I’d make the time with Christa count.How I’d make her miss me so much that she couldn’t stand to be away from me one more day.How our time apart would make her love me even more than she did then, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
Since she was on my mind so strongly when I left Delilah’s.I sent her a text the moment I stopped at the red light.
Red was all I saw when I read the text back from her saying a drunk friend refused to leave.Only one motherfucker would be so bold.
I thought it took all my self-control when I didn’t break him in half at seeing him in her apartment, demanding a kiss.But I was wrong.The images of Christa in her bed alone, naked, and just as frustrated as I was took all my self-control and even some I didn’t know how I had.
I watched her leave and decided I was putting the plan for month two into play starting right now.Leaving before she saw me this morning wasn’t originally part of my plan, but the timing couldn’t have been better.Safe and secure in my arms last night.Alone and hopefully missing me today.
God knew I missed her more every day.
The love letters and daily texts would continue, but the visits to her café wouldn’t.
Not only was I depriving myself of Christa, but I’d also miss out on her tasty treats.