Love Knows No Age [Elvis]

Chapter 11 - Truth Revealed

So, this is the last chapter before the epilogue. I knew this story wasn't going to be as long as my other ones. Also, in this chapter, I added a little detail regarding Pricilla that may or may not be true. I just wanted to add a disclaimer just in case you know her story really well.

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Was last night all a dream? Did I dream up finally giving in to Elvis? There was only one way to find out: get up out of bed and greet him before he goes off to work.

My alarm went off, and I spent about twenty minutes getting ready for the day. I took extra care with my hair and makeup, but a voice deep down inside of me told me that I didn't need to over-do it. Elvis loved me for me. And yeah, he had more of a reaction to me when I had my hair down and makeup done. Maybe leaving it down wouldn't be a bad idea.

I thought of the night before as I added mascara to my lashes, mainly of that heated kiss in the hallway. That was too real to have been dreamt up. I felt it all. How incredible it was to be kissed like that again...

And with a twenty-five-year-old man. What an insane situation.

My graying blonde hair flowing passed my shoulders, and my eyes popped with the mascara and a bit of brown shadow just on the lid, I left the room, pressing out the skirt to my fitted light-blue dress. It wasn't an every-day two-piece dress but was one that had a short-sleeve top and matching pencil skirt. Sandra picked it out for me back after Elvis left, after my divorce, so he hadn't seen me in it. Sandra told me that it would attract a man since it was flattering and showed my figure.

Heart pounding, I descended the stairs and eventually came into the entryway. There was no one in the living room or dining room. I headed off into the kitchen. No one in there, either. Maybe Elvis was still getting ready. It was only around 6:30am, after all.

I started pot of coffee, and the kitchen soon smelled of the stuff. It was Elvis's favorite kind, which I wasn't fond of at first, but after some time, it became my favorite.

The coffee finished, and I got a pink mug out of the cupboard and poured the coffee from the chrome pot that was more shaped like a pitcher. As I was doing so, I heard footsteps upstairs and then come down the stairs. My pulse heighted since I knew who it was. I stayed where I was at the counter and even turned my body slightly so my back was partially visible to him when he walked in. Was I ready to face him after what happened between us the night before in a dim hallway? After we agreed that we would try this new relationship out?

He stepped into the room, and I held the mug with both hands, my heart really going crazy. Heat encumbered my whole face as I felt his presence near, and as I picked up his intoxicating scent. It would forever be my favorite men's scent.

Arms in black suit coat sleeves suddenly wound around my shoulders, and I carefully set my mug back on the counter. His head leaned down to my left cheek, and I felt a kiss on it. It sent a rather lovely sensation through me. I wondered when I would ever feel that again after Randall. I never knew it was going to happen with Elvis.

"Good mornin'," Elvis muttered in a low tone, and I felt his hot breath hit my cheek. It smelled minty.

"Good mornin'. So... last night wasn't a dream."

"No, it wasn't. I thought the same thing, actually. I figured if it was, I wanted to continue sleepin'."

I smirked, and I loved the feeling of his chest pressed against my back, as well as his heat. "Yeah, me, too. But Elvis... I don't know if this will work. The Colonel's and Vernon are against it."

"We already talked 'bout that last night. The Colonel's against it, Dad's just... well, he'll get used to it. Both of 'em will."

"How about Pricilla? What does she think of all of this?"