June 6
Sarah climbed out of bed early. I rolled over, glanced at the clock, noted it was 5:30 am, and went back to sleep. When I emerged at seven, she was dressed for work, had coffee brewing, and was busily surfing the web on my computer.
I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, which made her smile. “You got up early,” I observed. “What’ve you been up to?”
“I wanted to shower and get out of your way,” she replied. “The bathroom’s all yours.” “Did you eat?” I asked. “No,” she said. “I wanted to wait for you.” I felt a warm feeling spread through me. After all, my interest in Sarah was not getting her into bed, or at least not just that. I wanted her completely. Maybe now I had her, at least for a little while. “There’s not much to choose from,” I said. “I’ve got Cheerios and milk and some orange juice.” “I noticed the cupboard was pretty bare,” she said. “Cereal’s fine.” I got bowls, spoons, and glasses out of the dish drainer, and retrieved the cereal box from over the stove. I would, I guessed, have to buy some groceries—if Sarah was staying. As I poured cereal, I said, “Last night was really wonderful.” “Yes,” she said, “it was.” I poured orange juice and milk and set the bowl in front of her. She gave me a funny look. “What?” I asked. “If I eat as much as you, I’m going to be as big as you,” she replied. “I don’t think you want that.” I grinned. “Not really,” I said. “But that’s an image that’s hard to imagine. Just eat what you want. This is going to take some getting used to.” “You’re telling me,” she said. But she smiled as she said it. “Are you coming back tonight?” I asked. Sarah looked serious for a moment. “I don’t know,” she said. “Do you think I should?” “Do I think you should?” I repeated. “That’s a stupid question. I…” I trailed off. What I wanted to say was that I wanted her to stay and never leave—but since this had been our first date together, logically that seemed a bit premature. “You what?” she prompted. “I’d like you to come back,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn red. “That’s not what you were going to say,” she said. “Maybe not,” I acknowledged. “But it’s what I said.” Sarah grinned. “Okay,” she said, amiably. “Be that way. But go get in the shower or we’ll be late for work.”
“I wanted to shower and get out of your way,” she replied. “The bathroom’s all yours.” “Did you eat?” I asked. “No,” she said. “I wanted to wait for you.” I felt a warm feeling spread through me. After all, my interest in Sarah was not getting her into bed, or at least not just that. I wanted her completely. Maybe now I had her, at least for a little while. “There’s not much to choose from,” I said. “I’ve got Cheerios and milk and some orange juice.” “I noticed the cupboard was pretty bare,” she said. “Cereal’s fine.” I got bowls, spoons, and glasses out of the dish drainer, and retrieved the cereal box from over the stove. I would, I guessed, have to buy some groceries—if Sarah was staying. As I poured cereal, I said, “Last night was really wonderful.” “Yes,” she said, “it was.” I poured orange juice and milk and set the bowl in front of her. She gave me a funny look. “What?” I asked. “If I eat as much as you, I’m going to be as big as you,” she replied. “I don’t think you want that.” I grinned. “Not really,” I said. “But that’s an image that’s hard to imagine. Just eat what you want. This is going to take some getting used to.” “You’re telling me,” she said. But she smiled as she said it. “Are you coming back tonight?” I asked. Sarah looked serious for a moment. “I don’t know,” she said. “Do you think I should?” “Do I think you should?” I repeated. “That’s a stupid question. I…” I trailed off. What I wanted to say was that I wanted her to stay and never leave—but since this had been our first date together, logically that seemed a bit premature. “You what?” she prompted. “I’d like you to come back,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn red. “That’s not what you were going to say,” she said. “Maybe not,” I acknowledged. “But it’s what I said.” Sarah grinned. “Okay,” she said, amiably. “Be that way. But go get in the shower or we’ll be late for work.”
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