“I rely on myself,” Sarah had once told her. When she argued that men could add joy, Sarah only said, “and so much more that isn’t necessary.”
Had Sarah been hurt and Amy never knew about it?
For years Amy tried to get Sarah to date but she never knew Sarah to let it go past the first date. As far as she could tell, Adam had made it past that obstacle. By the looks of it, Amy thought he had the potential to get even further.
“They are cute to watch, aren’t they?” Brian whispers in Amy’s ear.
Amy jumps a little and smiles. “It’s wonderful.”
Brian smiles. After watching Adam with Sarah, he knows, he can’t simply have a fling with Amy. It’s too bad really.
Sarah is exhausted from the shopping, the kissing and dinner. All she wants is to go home to absorb and reflect on everything that has happened.
“We should go out dancing,” Amy says excitedly.
“I shouldn’t have let you have dessert,” Sarah says cheekily.
“It was a good dessert,” Amy winks at Sarah, “but, it’s Saturday.”
“And I’m exhausted,” Sarah sighs.
“Come on,” Amy pleads.
“Maybe next time Amy,” Sarah says quietly.
Amy stares at Sarah for a moment, her eyes heavy, her cheeks flushed. Amy sees that her sister really is tired. “Ok,” she says before turning to look at Brian, “What about you? I couldn’t go out dancing by myself.”
Brian discreetly looks to Adam, who shrugs. “Sure,” he smiles at Amy, “I’d love to go out dancing with you.”
Adam holds Sarah’s hand under the table, “I’ll take you home,” he says. “What did you want to get for Walter?”
“Oh,” Sarah looks at Adam in shock, “Thank you for reminding me.” Sarah grabs the dessert menu and picks a brownie lava cake.
Adam motions for the waitress to order the dessert to go and collect the bill. Brian reaches for his wallet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Adam says holding a hand up to Brian to stop him.
“But,” Brian starts.
Adam interrupts, “But nothing. Next time you can pay.”
“Alright,” Brian says.
With the bill taken care of, Sarah leaves with Adam and Amy with Brian.
“Thank you for dinner,” Sarah says in the taxi.
There is nothing more to say and they ride in silence. Sometimes they stare at one another, other times they stare out the window at the scenery.
“The moon is bright tonight,” Sarah says.
Adam thinks of how close to the moon her apartment must be and what an awesome view it would be.
“Would you like to share it with me over an after dinner coffee?”
‘Did you really invite him back to your place?’ Sarah’s internal mother hen cries out.
“I would like nothing more than to share the moon with you Sarah.”
Sarah smiles and rests her head on his shoulder, trying to shush the annoying voice in her head.
The taxi pulls up to her building. Before Adam has a chance, Walter is at the door, opening it and offering his hand to her.
“Miss Sarah,” he greets pleasantly, “did you have a lovely dinner?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Adam slides across the back seat and gets out.
“Good evening Mister Adam,” Walter smiles, “and how about you? Good dinner?”
“Yes, thank you sir.”
“Oh,” Sarah says cheerfully, “we got you a treat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have dear,” Walter says, surprised.
“It was the least I could do,” Sarah says handing him the to go package from the restaurant.
“Well, thank you Miss Sarah, Mister Adam.”
“You are very welcome Mister Walter.”
Walter holds the door open for them to go in.
In the elevator, Sarah reaches for Adam’s hand. “I’m so glad you remembered his dessert.”
“Me too,” Adam says, looking down at their joined hands. “Does it bother you?”
“What?” Sarah asks, confused, “being nice to Walter?”
“No,” Adam chuckles, “your hands are still cold.”
“Oh,” Sarah laughs.
“Does it bother you that they’re always cold?”
“No,” Sarah shrugs, “I’m used to it. I’ve been cold since I can remember.”
“You’ve never been warm?”
“No. I’m cold and Amy is hot. I guess it’s just our genes,” Sarah says plainly. “Our parents used to tease that we complimented each other perfectly.”
Adam laughs as the elevator comes to a stop. “Maybe if I take you someplace really cold it will shock your body and then you’ll be able to warm up.”
“Just a thought.”
“Not one I will entertain.”
“No,” Sarah lets them in to her apartment.
“It might be fun.”
“It’s an experiment.”
“And,” Adam raises an eyebrow, “what’s wrong with that?”
“Experimenting with you to try to warm me up?”
‘Watch yourself,’ the hen warns.
“It could be fun,” Adam says before kissing her.
Sarah relaxes, letting herself enjoy his taste. Adam takes advantage of her invitation. Sarah’s arms go up as she wraps them around his neck. He smooths his hands down the curves of her body. Their lips part for air and they rest their foreheads against one another. Adam can feel her heart beating against him.
“I just can’t seem to get enough of you,” he whispers.
Sarah bites her lip. With one hand in the small of her back, his other hand moves back up her curves. He puts his hand on the side of her neck, his thumb resting on her chin. Lightly, he pulls her lip from between your teeth. He brushes his lips on her swollen one.
“You really ought to stop that.”
Sarah’s breathing becomes shallow.
“You can hurt those pretty lips.”
Adam kisses her again and Sarah feels herself spinning out of control. She could lose herself in his kisses.
‘Too fast,’ the hen screams.
She fights with the voice inside her head. The hen wins over her feelings and she pulls her hands down to place them on his chest. Lightly, she pushes herself away from him a little.
Adam, following her cue, moves his body away from hers slightly.
“Why don’t you sit and I’ll make us coffee.”
Sarah nods, kissing him on the cheek before going to sit on the couch.
“Beautiful,” Adam says when he joins her.
The clouds casually saunter past the moon. Sarah leans on Adam and watches them go. Slowly sipping her hot coffee to make the moment last. Her heart now slowed down to a normal level.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” Adam asks.
“What?” Sarah laughs. “We’re going out tomorrow?”
“Ya,” Adam chuckles, “You think that because we met up today, by fluke may I add, that we wouldn’t still go out tomorrow like we agreed to?”
“That is what you thought.” Adam smiles. Sarah says nothing. “Sorry Sarah. But I would like to still see you tomorrow.”
Sarah smiles. She hasn’t scared him off.
‘Yet,’ the hen snarks. Sarah ignores the stupid hen. She’s going to have to do something about that hen nesting in her mind.
“I would like to see you tomorrow too,” she says quietly.
Adam finishes the last of his coffee.
“Maybe I should go then,” he says. Sarah tries not to pout. “Then tomorrow can get here quicker.”
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015