I moved to her side and, bending slightly, brushed my lips against her cheek as she raised her face slightly to greet me.I moved to her side and, bending slightly, brushed my lips against her cheek as she raised her face slightly to greet me. "How was your day?" she asked with a wide smile. "Crappy," I replied. "As usual. If George Phillips pinches my rear end once more I'm going to kick him in the balls." Danielle laughed. She moved her hips back on the sofa in a gesture offering me room to sit next to her. I planted my buttocks on the sofa, placing my right forearm just below her left shoulder. Her right arm drifted instinctively across my thigh. I placed my left arm upon it. "Steak's in the oven," she said. "You look pretty," I said, staring into her baby-blues, pretending to ignore her comment, giving her left arm a little squeeze. She looked into my eyes, right into my soul I thought. "I missed you today," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Since just this morning?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious of the goose bumps which adorned my arms. "Uh-uh," she replied. "I've had a boring day. One telephone call, one modeling assignment for next Tuesday. I thought about you a lot, Laurie." I smiled. Love was something special to us. Neither of us were ashamed to reveal our innermost feelings to each other. We had always communicated our needs, sexually or otherwise, with such candor that we weren't afraid to say what we really felt or wanted. "I thought about you, too," I said, moving my right hand to her forehead and brushing away her bangs of strawberry-blonde hair. After four years of basically non-stop sex, one would think we would have grown tired of one another. To the contrary, our physical attraction was mutual and unceasing. |