Gently into the good night

Chapter Sixteen- The Endurance

I wake up in the morning and the first thing I recall is about yesterday night. I have no idea how I am going to be able to talk to him normally. It all feels rather unnatural. I really don't know what to expect.

I go downstairs and I see Chris reading a newspaper while biting into a slice of bread.

"Good morning" he says gleefully, without looking up from his newspaper.

"Morning" I say walking into the kitchen.

The silence that fills the room is defiantly undesirably long. I grab an apple from the fruit basket and take a bite.

"Aren't we going to talk about yesterday?" Chris says, folding his newspaper and looking at me.

I feel my stomach churn. I can't divulge him that it was just something that happened in the spur of the moment.

"Hmm, okay" I say. He fixes his gaze on me as I avoid looking at him again. He walks up to me and cups my face, eliminating the distance between our lips. As much as I want to kiss him, the endurance is necessary. He presses it to mine and I try everything not to kiss him back but I do. How can I let it go? I love his warmth so much.

I don't want to set a delusion for him. I know I need to stop but I can't. He gently runs his fingers through my hair and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. This has to stop. I place my hands on his chest and slowly push him away. He looks shocked and he continues to stare at me from the little distance between us. He pulls in again and now I place my hand on his mouth and say "Don't. Pease"

He moves away with agitation. He sits on the other end of the couch. His eyes piercing though mine.

"Amelia I-" he begins to say

"Don't say anything. It was a mistake and it was all in the moment" I say

"Okay, you tell me what you think all of this was?" he asks

"A vaguely erotic ogle I suppose?" I say, why did I just say that? I think I'm losing it.

He raises his eyebrow and chuckles when he sees my deadpan face.

"Amazing" he says and gets up storming towards the exit.

"Chris, listen to me" I call from behind.

He turns and looks at me, his eye full of pain "You think I only lust you? That's what you think of me? This is just absolutely ridiculous Amelia" he says and storms out of the house.

~*~

I look at the clock.

5:50 PM

No sign of Chris since he left the house. I feel terrible. How could I say such a thing to him?

KNOCK ! KNOCK! KNOCK!

About time.

I open the door gleefully. At least he is back and now I can apologise to him and sort things out. I open the door and to my surprise Bryon is standing there wearing a formal suite with a bouquet of white roses. Then it strikes me I have a date with Byron. Probably the most terrible timing of my life.

"For my lady" he says with a grin, handing the bouquet to me. I fake smile and accept it.

"What for?" I say, playing dumb.

"It's for you. I really like white roses so I got them for you. Don't you like them?" he says

"I do" I lie. I really don't like white roses or any white flower. They remind me of funerals and they are just a huge mood killer.