Desire

Closeness

Back to normal (but with the I Form)

Cate and I sit on the couch. "by the way" I start the conversation "If Dashiell want's to sleep here on the 18th it's fine by me" she gives me a questioning look "he's also invited? He didn't mention any birthday invitation" she says. "Also? Ehm oh he hasn't told you yet? I'm celebrating my birthday and I invited him. Since I think it's gonna be a pretty big and late party I thought it would be easier if he sleeps here." I chuckle.
"oh thats your birthday? I thought it was someone else's" this time I'm the one giving her a questioning look "I red it on your agenda I'm sorry..." she says and looks down.
"It's okay Cate" I smile "I would've invited you but I thought it would be weird since your son will be here" I wink at her and she lightly blushes.

I put my hand on her thigh and look her in the eyes "I also wanted to apologize for earlier. Mentioning your divorce was stupid and it's none of my business. I'm sorry." I gently smile at her and the atmosphere gets a bit sad. After some deep looking into each other's eyes she says "thank you..." "my three other kids live with there dad because we didn't wanted them to be ripped out of they're environment and Dashiell wanted to leave with me because he didn't like his old school." she pauses. She looks sad. She takes my hand that is still on her thigh. "You miss them don't you?" I say "It's hard only to see your loved ones once in a while" as I talk she looks at me and I feel like she thinks I'm referring to my parents.
"It is... Especially the little one. I get to see them one week in a month. It's awkward I know but every second weekend was just to complicated and not worth it enough." I don't know what to tell her so I just put my second hand on her cheek to show her that I'm here for her. She leans into my hand and let's out a freeing breath. Electricity. The atmosphere completely switched to tension.
I know its not the moment but I still have to say it "your beautiful" I look at her admiringly. She opens her eyes and grabs my hand on her cheek. She slides it on her lips and starts to kiss first my wrist, then my palm and at last my fingers. Her lips are so soft like feathers. I can only observe those light movents. I bite my lip and she fixates on them. I move a bit closer. My heart starts beating faster. I've kissed hundreds of women but she's the special one. I'm not the only one who's excited, her hands start to slightly tremble. We stare at each other, again.

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Is it better with I or with you?