An Illicit Love

Chapter7

Chapter 7

Yet Catie was no longer a girl. She had experienced four serious relationships in her life, had experienced kisses which should have been able to compare, but which strangely enough, fell far short of what she had just experienced. Catie had never felt like this before when being kissed. Dave slowly ended the kiss. His breathing was ragged and Catie could feel the tremor in his body as he pulled her close and buried her head on his shoulder. He struggled to regain control, and gently pushed her back so she could look at him. “Catie,” he said, “I want to tell you that I have never done anything like this in my life. And I had always imagined I never would. This is not a line to impress you. It’s the truth. I have had one woman in my life, and I married her after four years of going ‘steady’ together, as we called it in the day. I don’t recall ever asking her to marry me – our families said it was time to arrange a wedding and we went along with it. I didn’t know there was more to a relationship, to love, than what I experienced. Until Friday. I can’t believe what I experienced and felt – in the few minutes it took me to do what I have wanted to do for so long. After Friday, I KNOW we are meant to explore what perhaps could be between us. I know for a fact – this is special.” Dave’s eyes were filled with tears and Catie could not deny the somber tone in his voice while he voiced the sincere words. Dave pulled her close again and asked for just a few moments of holding her, so he would remember it in the hours to come.

Catie felt her heart beating out of her chest. She felt her body melting, heated by his words as much as his kiss. It felt as if a bright light was shining right into her being. When reading her romantic fiction, she had often scoffed at how scenes were described by authors. But it wasn’t to be scoffed at- it was what she was now experiencing herself. Here she was feeling the same. And more. There was truly no way to describe it. How on earth could this be? It was too much to try and resolve in her mind then. Catie looked at Dave, forgetting all the words she had rehearsed, and asked him, “Kiss me again”. He did. It was more than wonderful. It was a total awakening of her being, as she had never experienced before. It was so wrong. But strangely, stronger than that, it was right.

The conversation Catie had planned never took place. They spent half an hour together, before they both had to leave. Just holding. And Kissing. And looking into each other’s eyes so deeply that it felt as if they touched each others hearts. And it felt like they had been together for much longer. They belonged. They fit. Perfectly. Eventually they had to disentangle themselves from each other to attend to the routine of their other lives. It wasn’t easy. But it was necessary.

Catie drove home in a daze. She had called before leaving work and asked Kevin to pick Bryan up at pre-school, as he arrived home earlier than her, as he started work a few hours earlier than her in the morning. Catie was in a daze. Had she ever laughed when she read women ‘floated’ after being kissed? Yes, stupidly, she had. Not ever again. She floated. She had no idea how she reached home safely, her instincts kicking in where her brain was mushy, taking her the familiar route home. Nearly there, she pulled in at a garage to buy fuel. While the attendant was helping her, she tried to get her thoughts clear. Was Kevin going to know when she arrived home what had happened? Was she going to successfully act normal? She had already reapplied lipstick, and before paying for the fuel, checked her lipstick once more. Fine it was as usual. When applying lipstick, her lips had been puffy and slightly tender. But her eyes!! They weren’t focused. They weren’t her own eyes? Dreamy. Lids a little lower than usual, yet when she opened them wide, she looked as if she had seen a ghost. No, rather just try and get them focused and wide open before she arrived home. That would arouse less suspicion than arriving looking as if she had watched a marathon session of scary movies.