Week 112 – I . . . I can’t because I just can’t . . .

Dante was standing on her doorstep.

This was what she wanted, right?

It was certainly what she had dreamed about last night. Actually she had dreamed that he did a whole lot more than turn up on her doorstep. Her dreams were more along the lines of clothes been thrown off, a lot of kissing, and some passionate love making.

Now that he was standing here looking at him standing there with a bouquet of read roses in his hands all she could think about was how good kissing him had been in her dreams and wondering what it would be like to do it for real.

“Sydney? You’re not saying anything, given what I know about you after the last two days its that you talk. A lot,” Dante said with a small smile.

That coaxed a smile out of her. He was right it was abnormal for her not to talk. But he’s just asked her out and as much as she wanted to say yes, she was nervous. It was one thing to want to move on it was another to have fallen for someone so quickly.

And she had fallen for him already.

“I’m really glad you came here,” she started, “I was thinking about you all night, and I am happy you’re here, but I . . . I can’t because I just can’t . . . But I want to. I really want to. Its just I’m a widow, and you’re practically a widower, and I don’t know how well things will work out. And not to mention the fact that we’re both really different. You’re a cop and you work all the time, I’m a librarian who’s idea of a fun time is curling up in my favorite rocking chair, snuggled under a blanket, reading a book. I don’t know that you’d really enjoy doing that. So its not that I don’t want to, because I do, I think I said that already, its just that I’m not sure-”

Dante-having learned that she truly did not stop talking when she was nervous until someone made her-broke off her rambling my wrapping an arm around her waist, dragging her up against him and crushing his mouth to hers.

Without even thinking she curled an arm around his neck while her other hand tangled in his hair as she returned his kiss and pressed closer.

In that kiss all of her doubts melted away. It was like Mitch’s voice was in her head telling that it was okay to move on. That he wanted her to be happy and that if Dante could make her happy then she should grab hold of that and never let it go.

“Are you crying?” Dante asked, pulling back so he could see her.

“Happy tears,” she assured him. “Want to take this inside?”

“Do you really have to ask?” he winked.

“Uh uh,” she shook her head.

Dante lifted her feet off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips brushing against his as he carried her into her house.

There were hard parts about moving on but there were good points too, and this was definitely a good point. It had been a long time since a man had held her and kissed her like all they could think about was ripping her clothes off and making love to her.

She sighed delightedly as Dante laid her down on the couch and stretched out on top of her. There definitely were good parts about moving on and she couldn’t wait to experience all of them.

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