the
refrigerator. “Do you want something to
drink? I have pop or beer.”
“I’ll have a beer.” Amy called
from the living room as she sat down on the couch. She
crossed her legs and played with her hair as she waited for Adam to
join her.
Adam opened two beers and went back into the
living room handing Amy one of them. He turned the TV on
and sat down on the couch next to her.
They watched a skit with John Belushi as well
as one with Jane Curtin doing weekend update and of course The Mr.
Bill Show. Amy laughed as she rested her head on his
chest and placed her legs beneath her.
Adam took her beer and set it on the table
next to him. He reached his arm around her pulling her
closer. Amy placed her hand on his cheek softly and
kissed him. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
That was all it took for Adam to lose his
composure that he had kept all night long. He pulled her
even closer, as he hungrily kissed her like he’d never kissed her
before. She was more than eager to respond to him with a
passion he never knew she had.
Adam wanted her and he wanted her
now. He looked into her eyes that were filled with
desire. She bit her lip as she stared back at him which
tempted him even more.
Adam decided to slow down and give it some
time. He was tired of one night stands and lonely
days. He wanted more and was willing to take his time
with Amy. He liked her enough to want to be sure that
she would still be there in the morning.
Adam lifted her on his lap. As he
stroked her hair he could feel her heart race
rapidly. He waited until her breathing returned back to
normal than kissed her lightly on the cheek. They
watched the rest of Saturday Night Live and almost
fell asleep in each others’ arms.
Adam did not want her to go, but he knew if
she didn’t he might not be able to control himself a second
time. “Come on babe.” Adam pulled her up off
the couch. “I better take you home.”
Adam dimmed his lights as he pulled into her
driveway.
“Thanks for the great evening. I
really had a good time.” Amy kissed him goodnight.
“So did I.” He caressed her back
as he looked into her eyes. “I’ll call you.”
Adam watched Amy as she closed the door and
shut off the porch light. He hoped that he hadn’t
made a mistake to let her go home tonight. He turned the
radio back up as Dream Weaver by Gary Wright came
on. Adam backed out of this driveway at least a hundred times
before, but never had he felt like he did tonight.
Chapter 5
Amy washed her breakfast dishes as she
listened to the radio. She sang along to You
Make Me Feel Like Dancing by Leo Sayer. She
danced around in the kitchen as she put away the
dishes. She heard Joey as he heavily came down the
stairs before entering the kitchen. She treasured the
morning chats with her brother over coffee.
Joey had been drafted at the age
of nineteen by the NHL and had been with the Motor City Blades ever
since. When he was gone on the road, which was often,
the house was much too quiet. Joey had a zest for life
that rubbed off on you and you couldn’t help but love
him.
“Morning,’ he reached for the coffee pot and
poured himself a cup. “So how was your big date last
night?”
“It was nice…very nice.” Amy
sighed as she smiled.
“I’m really happy for you. Who
would have ever thought?” Joey pulled the kitchen chair
out, reversed it and sat down. “I wish I could say the
same for Angie and me.”
“Uh-oh. What’s
wrong?” This took Amy by surprise. Joey never
had problems with a woman before.
“I don’t know exactly,” Joey tried to
explain. “Here’s a good example. I called her
up yesterday and she was too busy to talk. She said she
was babysitting her niece and nephew or something like that.”
Amy smiled to herself. She loved
her brother dearly, but at times
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