Page 148 of Beneath the Blue Moon
With a deep thrust, he goes still.I collapse on the couch,unable to move, unable to even think.When I open my eyes, I’m lying on his chest,and his fingers are gently moving up and down my arm.I can’t believe how earth-shatteringit is with him every, single time.When we come together, it’s like Greek fire—flamesbut not a match in sight.How is that possible?
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it supposed to be like this every time?”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know.”I shrug.“I guess I’m just afraid we’regonna… burn out.”
“Never.”
“How can you say that with such certainty?”
“Because this is more than just sex.We’re connected bysomething deeper, stronger.”
I lift my head to look at him, and he’s staring up at theceiling, his eyes blank.
“When did you get so poetic?”
He chuckles, flashing me a huge grin.“Love does strangethings to a man’s brain.”
“I like it.We’reconnected.”
I lay my head on his chest once more.An unbidden image ofhim and Shae, doing what we just did, pops into my head.I probably won’t likethe answer, but I have to ask.
“When we were broken up… and it’s totally okay if you didbut, did you sleep with Shae?”
“Of course not.Why would you ask that?”
“Something your mother said.”
“I came home one night and found her here.It was too latefor her to drive home, so she stayed in one of the spare rooms.That’s it.”
“Didn’t you want to?”
“No, Casey.She’s not you.”
She’s not me.I’m the only one he wants.It gives me comfortand my soul feels at peace… for about ten seconds.Something snaps inside me,and I bolt upright.
“I want cake do you want cake?I’m gonna make us a cake.”
***Ethan***
Well, that didn’t last long.I watch as she jumps upand hurries off to the kitchen.When I join her, she’s already laid out allkinds of ingredients on the counter.
“Can you get the mixer down for me, please?I can’t reach it.”
“You don’t need to bake a cake.I can run down to the bakeryand get you something.”
“I know I don’thaveto but I want to I love to bakeand I haven’t baked in a while so just let me do it, okay?”
“Okay, okay.I’ll help you.”
“I’ve already measured the butter and the sugar just throwthem into the mixer,” she rambles on, not taking a breath.
I notice she also has a pot of water boiling, to which sheadds salt and the potatoes.Once the butter and sugar are creamed, she pushesme out of the way and adds the other ingredients.
