Page 6 of Aron
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” he asks.
I notice a few people looking at us. Normally I hate being the center of attention. But somehow it’s different with Aron. I kind of like the way other women are looking at me. Like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Some of them probably jealous. Others routing for me.
“I don’t know,” I say, “if you’d have asked me that yesterday, I would have said it was just some mumbo-jumbo you read in fairy tales. But now…”
“But now you’re not so sure?”
I bite my lip. It’s not easy putting myself out there like this. I’m not used to telling a gorgeous man how I feel. How much I like him. How I was just picturing us married and with children. “No,” I say, “Now I’m not so sure.”
He pulls me to him. Before I know it, his lips are pressing against my mouth. I moan in ecstasy as his hands grip my hips and his tongue glides past my teeth.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says. “And, whatever we have… here… between us. It’s more important than some stupid speech.”
I keep my eyes closed and let him kiss my neck. I never want this moment to end. “But we don’t even live in the same state, let alone the same city.”
“It’s okay,” he says, nudging his face against mine like a really friendly, devastatingly sexy horse. “We’ll work it out. If it’s meant to be, then we’ll work it out.”
“But what if it’s not meant to be?”
He takes my hand and puts it over his heart. His chest is so hard and muscley, it’s like I’m groping a statue made out of diamonds. The mental image of him naked in bed next to me flashes through my mind. I want to take him to the nearest restroom, pull down his pants, and let him take me from behind. “It’s meant to be, Willa,” he says. “I can feel it right here.”
I take his hand and put it over my heart. His fingers graze my cleavage. His cock hardens and starts to poke me in the leg. I give him my best sexy-ass-bitch look. “And what can you feel here?” I say.
“My future wife.” He kisses me again. Passionately. Our tongues exploding in and out of each other’s mouths. My leg wraps around his leg like it has a mind of its own. He grabs my ass and holds me close and if I died and went to heaven right now I swear I wouldn’t mind too much, because at least I’d know what it was like to truly be in love. Wanted. Desired by the man of my dreams.
“Uh-hum,” a flight attendant behind us clears her throat. I open my eyes and look towards her. “Excuse me, ma’am, but the flight’s getting ready to leave. Will you be joining us today?”
“No.”
“She’s staying with me,” Aron says. “Forever.”
Epilogue
Five Years Later…
“Come on, Mom. What’s taking so long?”
“Hold your horses.” I carefully walk to the end of the diving board and look down into the water. Aron’s there with Dylan, our son, and Miranda and Kate our two daughters. They’re all smiling and splashing and having the time of their lives.
We’re at the hotel where Aron and I met. WE come here every year. A tradition. Stay in the same room we first made love in. Sneak down to the pool in the middle of the night where I draw him in his swimming suit. Except now, there are children in the picture and Aron doesn’t have to be nervous giving speeches about his research into the efficacy of bedside manner treatment, because he’s a well-respected doctor in that field now. With thousands of article citings and even more reviews on the books he’s written for mainstream consumption.
“Ready?” I yell, walking back to the end of the diving board so I can get a good run-up.
I’m wearing a skimpy bikini. Nothing too revealing, because I’m on holiday with my children. But, skimpy enough to show off my curves. Something I never would have dared to do before I met Aron. Before I became comfortable with my body. Knowing that the only man in the world whose opinion I really care about loves me just the way I am.
“Cannonball!” I yell out at the top of my lungs and bounce into the air. The splash I make is awesome. A mini tidal wave spreads out and knocks Kate, my youngest daughter, out of the little rubber ring she was sitting in.
“Oh, Baby,” I say, taking hold of her and kissing her cheek. “It’s okay. Mommy’s got you.”
“That was amazing!” she giggles. “Can you do it again, pleeeaaaasee?”
I rub my nose against hers and pull a funny face.
“Sure she can,” Aron says, swimming over to us with Miranda on his back. Riding him like he’s some kind of magical underwater dolphin-horse. “She’s your mother. She can do anything she sets her mind to.”
Aron kisses me. Our children squeal in disgust.
“But you’ll have to wait until later,” Aron says. “It’s coming up to naptime, and I think your mom has a very important… package… to receive.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah, I’ve been waiting for that package all morning. But are you saying that you don’t want to see me get out of that pool, walk up those wet, and slippery steps in my swimsuit and then bounce in the air?”
He runs his tongue over his lips. “I guess I won’t complain if you do another cannonball.”
I kiss him again. “Good.”
“But, after that, it’s package time. There’s only so long the delivery man can wait before it might explode.”
I swim to the side of the pool where the steps are. Knowing the whole time that Aron’s eyes are on me. When I climb out of the water, I wiggle my hips from side to side. Taking my time. Giving him a good show.
Then, I look over my shoulder. At my husband. My family. And I know that I really am the luckiest woman in the whole damn world.
