Welcome to Pt 2 of the scene on Molly's blog:) It's simply a continuation. Enjoy:)
“Randi...what happened to us?”
“I...don’t
know...”she whispered. She tore her gaze
away from his, responding to the emotions he was still able to bring out in
her. “Brian, why are you telling me
this?” she quietly asked, confused.
He stood
up and went to sit beside her. He slid
his arm around her shoulders, feeling her stiffen, then gradually relax. “I’ve always had a high opinion of you, and
I’ve always been able to talk to you.
Hell, right now you know more about my frustrations and high points than
my own family, or even John! Denise just
sees the benefits, but...you’re getting the whole picture.”
She started
to speak, but he stopped her. “No, let
me finish. Am I wrong in assuming
whenever you have something bothering you, you call John, because you can’t
call me?”
She
smiled and blushed, leaning her head agaist his strong shoulder. “No, you’re right. You’re the first person I want to call if
something’s wrong, or just good news.
But I didn’t feel right, calling you, now that you’re married. So I call John, hoping he’ll cheer me up, or
at least drop some news about you.”
“That’s
what I thought.” He breathed a sigh of
relief. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m
tired of fighting my feelings for you.
One thing I’ve always admired you for is your loyalties to people. A couple of years ago, when John was being an
ass toward you, you let me have it when I suggested you ditch him and sleep
with me instead.”
“That’s
right,” she stated firmly. “You’re
married, Brian. I don’t care what your
circumstances...I don’t sleep with married men.
No matter how screwed up their marriages are!”
“And I
admire you for sticking with it,” he tried again. “But you’ve got to admit...we only had that
one time. I haven’t slept with Denise in
over a year.”
“What the
hell are you trying to say?” she jerked away from him and looked him in the
eye. “I will not have an affair with
you!”
“I’m not
suggesting that,” he placated her, grasping her hands in his. “I just want to see you more often than
whenever Fate has us in the same damn town.
I want you to tell me that it’s okay for me to call you when I’m in the
city; I want to make an effort to see you more often. Maybe even take you to lunch once in a
while.”
“So...what
you’re saying is, you want to see me once a week, maybe do lunch...all for the
sake of maintaining a friendship?”
“Exactly.” He flashed his dazzling smile at her. What the hell...you’ve come this far. In a low, silky voice, he continued, “I’d
still like to sleep with you again, but you’ve told me in no uncertain terms
‘no’, so I’ll just have to be content with seeing you, talking to you face-to-
face, instead of maybe catching a glimpse of you every three years.” He raised her hand to his lips and softly
kissed her knuckles.
“No
strings?” she said huskily, her fingers on fire where his lips had been.
“No
strings, no committments...no one gets hurt,” was his reply as he kissed her
other hand.
She
pondered the question as she turned around, wrapping his arms around her waist
and settling back against his chest. Am
I strong enough for this? Seeing him
once a week would be wonderful, and I know it’s probably just a line married
guys use, but this is Brian! You want to
be with him, admit it! And none of the
guys who have asked you out even come close to measuring up to him! So just have fun with it; spend a little time
with him every week, and get to know Brian the man, instead of Brian the boy
whose body you crave. Maybe in time,
you’ll decide you don’t want him, after all!
Yeah, right. And maybe he’ll
divorce Denise in the process...or maybe pigs will fly...
Brian’s
lips on her ear brought her back to reality.
She closed her eyes and inhaled his fresh scent, and a fierce longing
welled up inside her. She wrenched away
and stood up, tears forming in her eyes.
Brian also stood, and went to wrap his arms around her again. What happened? All I did was kiss her ear...maybe she’s
going to refuse, after all. I can’t push
her... “Randi,” he whispered.
All of a sudden, she turned in his arms. “All right.”
