Michael simply returned her stare. "Do you regret you came here?"
"I had no choice, don't you know that by now?"
A lonely tear slid down her soft cheek. He reached out and caught it, cherishing the sparkling drop, wishing with all his heart she'd ne...
Lisa sat fidgeting on the couch, trying to get her breathing under control. What the hell was she freaking out about? Not like she had walked in on something she had not seen before. Like his amazing, proud, hard... She shook her head, trying to dislodge the image, but it remained fixated in her mind.
Well, then maybe the point is that you are all that worked up because you're ...worked up about having seen him. Naked. Obviously busy with...ah..himself...
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No...well...maybe. God, he was so sexy...his eyes bright, his skin flushed, his cock...humongous, ready...for action. Lisa swallowed, trying to get the image out of her head. And why was that? Wasn't that exactly what she had been dreaming about? And if so, didn't this mean she wanted him? And wanted him to want her? Shit, she was too confused to be able to label any of those millions emotions buzzing through her, making her feel as if she had been plugged into some odd universal power source. Well, she was in some strange and crazy way again attached to this incredible source of light and life known as her ex who had been fueling her internal batteries. She never got tired or exhausted while running high on Michael. Until she bottomed out and the crash took her all the way down. And yet- it was so worth the ride!
Shit, as if the buildup to this trip had not been taxing enough. One moment, she had been anxious about going, the next she could not wait to go. Michael kept the pressure surprisingly light, which added to her confusion. Did he not want her there? Was he simply inviting her out of some weird sense of obligation? After all, in the past, when they were dating, and she had been married, he had never been shy about pushing for her to spend time with him. Of course, back then, despite intense feelings of guilt and worry about messing up her children's life, she had never needed any shove to want to be around him.
And the problem now was not that she didn't want to go to visit. It simply scared the living crap out of her how much she wanted to be close to him. After all the pain, the anger, after all he confusion and the resulting clarity about needing to be cut off, she had ricocheted back into his orbit like an over-stretched rubber band. No matter how hard she pulled back, the resulting rebound collision was that much harder.
The hardest part was the secrecy once again. She hated playing things close to the vest- it was so totally against everything she stood for to have to keep her feelings hidden. But hell, not like she could discuss her back and forth about going to see Michael...possibly getting hooked back in all the way.
Gee, Mom, and Danny, oh, and Luke, you can come in on this, too. What do you think? Should I fly to see the man you all love to hate? How about this: should I fuck him? Ideas? Feedback? Inputs?
Yeah, that would work really well. There was a serious shortage of allies! She didn't want to burden Janet with being in the middle once again. God, this was such an agonizing, lonely decision!
