The day started like every other day. This was partially because I follow the same routine every day. It helps me to keep things organized but it can get pretty boring.
Sometimes change is good but little did I know that today would be the day to change my entire life.
I tiptoed out of the room careful not to wake my fiancè. I started the day in the kitchen - coffee and cereal for both of us. Fridays were easy like this, no fancy breakfast, no lunchboxes, Jack would be home for lunch and tonight we'll go out for dinner.
"Morning love." Jack says as I enter the room with the steaming coffee.
"Morning babe," I hand him his coffee and kiss him softly. "I hope I didn't wake you."
Checking that I don't have anything in my hands he pulls me onto the bed and rolls us over so he is on top of me. "You may wake me up like this any time you want, my love." He says placing a kiss on my lips and a frenzy begins.
His hands traveling over my body, hovering over my tickle spots let's me know what's coming even though our mouths are still preoccupied and I can't help but start to laugh breaking the kiss. I give in to the agonizing torture covered by love as he tickles me in every last tickle spot and trailing the path with kisses.
He started in my sides and moved down my inner thighs to my feet, resting his head on my thigh waiting for the green light to take things further. This was my chance to start the torture as I did. I took his head in my hands trying to compose myself. "Please stop." I begged and he did.
When I finally could, I sat up and kissed him on the lips and on both checks before pushing away from him and walking to my closet.
"There will be enough time for that tonight. Right now you have to get ready for work." I say as I move from my closet to the bathroom. I run the water for his morning bath and get dressed for my morning jog.
Thirty minutes and three kilometers later we meet at the front door. I'm on my way in to take a shower and he is on his way out to go to work. I have to stand on my toe to kiss him goodbye receiving a soft squeeze in return.
"Drive safe. I love you." I say as I walk into the house. "I will. Now lock this door and I love you more." He says placing a final kiss on my forehead before opening the car.
I lock the safety gate and watch him drive off to work before locking the wooden door as well.
Walking back to the bedroom to go shower, I check my phone for messages - nothing. I throw the phone onto the bed and enter the bathroom.
The warm water washes over my body tanking the tenseness of my muscles with it as it runs down the drain. I can physically feel my body relax and I tilt my head back and let the water run over my face for a moment.
Why do I feel stuck in time when I love him this much - my thoughts start to travel again as I walk to the bedroom not bothering to get dressed. I like to walk around in the nude when I'm alone. It gives me a sense of freedom that I haven't discovered in any other way.
*Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low, put some music on the radio..* my ringtone echoed through the room. I grab the phone and flop onto the bed.
"Hello?" I answer swinging my legs above my butt.
"Wait, what?! You are where?" I turn over and sit up.
"Here as in, in town or in front of my house?" By now I'm pacing through the room not knowing what to make of this news.
"Alright, I'll be out in a minute." I hang up throwing the phone back onto the bed. I can't believe it!
I know it's frustrating only hearing one side of a conversation but a truly ain't that hard to decipher. A friend called he is here - in front of my house. I pull on a black knee-length dress and one of the many black panties I own. I hurry to the front door thinking no shoes are necessary.
Charlie is standing by the gate next to his golf gti as charming as I remember. We went to school together but we haven't seen each other for almost eight years now. We have been talking a lot lately over the phone about life and practically anything we can think of and we wanted to see each other again but never in my wildest dreams did I think he would just show up like this.
"Hi, welcome to my humble abode. Come on in." Feeling awkward not knowing whether to hug him or not, I choose not and walk ahead into the house.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I break through his thoughts as he takes in his surroundings.
"Coffee would be lovely, thank you." I know how to make your coffee I think.
"Two coffees coming up. Please, sit, make yourself at home." It is not easy having a semi-stranger and high school crush in your living room. Not knowing what else to say or do I vanish into the kitchen to make some coffee for both of us which is the only thing I can think of doing right now.