040. footsteps
The sound of a door opening pulls me out of the fog of a dream. Footsteps on the carpet behind me, the door to my bedroom closing. I open my eyes as I hear a light switch get turned on. The light from the bathroom shines down on the floor near the foot of the bed, silhouetting a delicate figure, before disappearing with the sound of a door closing.
Kelly's home.
I smile, closing my eyes again, and hear the sound of water running. Earlier, over the phone, I had told her I would see her tomorrow morning, that she should go to her house and get some real rest when she gets into town. I knew the long trip back from New York would be exhausting for her. But now I'm glad she didn't listen to my words. There's nothing I'd rather do right now than see her beautiful face.
A few minutes pass before the door opens again. Footsteps come close in the darkness. She crawls under the covers and scoots up to be just behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. It's the first time I've been content since a week ago, since the day she left town.
"Welcome home," I whisper.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." She says then kisses the back of my neck. I turn around in her arms, finally seeing the face I've missed too much, and give her a long kiss, lips desperate for the contact they've been neglected.
"You didn't." I say and give her another peck. "I'm glad you came over." Another kiss.
"So am I." She smiles as I put my fingers to her cheek then trace the lines of her lips. "I missed you." My heart skips a beat. She always has that effect on me.
"Not nearly as much as I missed you." She leans in and kisses me again, hand pressing into my lower back. I run my fingers through her hair as she moves to make her mark on my neck. The hunger in her kisses makes me realize that neither of us is getting any rest tonight.