Where is she? She's late. What if she isn't coming? No. She'll be here. She promised. But it's after three. She said she'd be here at two. Maybe this was a bad idea. Going on holiday with someone you only spent three days with after six months apart. Harry, you're a fool. Why would you assume that the spark between you is still there? You haven't even spoke to her more than twice in the six months.
I heard a car door slam. I jumped up from the chair in the sunroom. I needed to stop beating myself up. If she didn't want to come, she would've said no. Who could just dismiss three days like that? Enola was aloof and chilled but even she couldn't deny that she melted in the heat of those nights.
My heart skipped when I saw her blonde hair and fair sking glowing under Italian summer sun. I watched as she popped her trunk. The way her body extened, the way her skin moved over her slim, femine muscles sent a kind of chill through me. How could she still make me feel like this? She wasn't even looking at me. I began a slow walk to her. I wanted to look at her more. I missed the sight of her in her short, tight skirt and long flowing kimono. I choked back a smile when she came toward me looking confused. THe way her clothes moved with her body was unreal.
"Hey." I greeted her with a brilliant smile. She didn't say anything. She lifted her hand to my hair, running her hand through my long, unwashed curls. She twined the ends of my hair around her fingers. I grew a little self concious with the way she was touching my hair. "I'm just letting it hang out. Is it bad?" I asked nervously.
She disagreed with a shake of her head, "No. It's lovely." She smiled as she combed her fingers through the ends of my hair. I wanted to know what she was thinking. What made her smile like that?
"I was afraid you weren't coming." I uttered lowly as her hand moved from my hair to my chest. I wanted to sigh in content. To even feel her touching me through my clothes was something I had longed for.
She sounded apprehensive as she replied, "THe traffic near the airport was worse than I expected." I nodded with relief. "How long have you been here?" She asked. I groaned in my mind. I didn't want small talk. I want to talk the way we did when we were in that little apartment near the ocean. She could sense my discomfort. She dropped her hand from my chest and took a step back. I hated the small talk with her but I was raised to be polite so I answered.
"A few hours. I got in earlier this morning." I tucked my hands in my pockets.
"Show me around?" She asked with a half hearted smile. I happily agreed. At least I was getting her in the house.
As I walked her through the house, showing her each room, I tried to gauge her reactions. I wasn't doing very well. I couldn't tell what she was thinking at all. Of course when she smiled, I knew that she liked the room but I didn't know other wise. She was too good at keeping her emotions hidden. The sunroom was her favorite room so far. I was beating myself up for choosing the house. I thought it was a great idea because of the apartment she was staying in when we met. I hated that I couldn't tell what she was thinking. The only time I could ever tell was when we were making love or when she would hold me tight but I wanted to know more. I wanted to be inside her head the way she could get into mine.
WE entered the master bedroom. HEr jaw dropped and her eyes widened. I knew that I had made the right choice with the house. She was blown away.
"The master bath is through there." I informed her pointing to the door. She moved across the room slowly, taking in every detail of everything around her. She opened the bathroom door and awe filled eyes again.
"Harry, this place is wonderful." She smiled with wonderus eyes.
MY smile was shy as I rubbed the back of my neck, "I was hoping you'd like it."