Her, Saving Grace

13

Damon

She's wearing those panties again...

Right.

She passed out.

Sorry. Got a bit distracted there.

I had one arm wrapped around her waist, her face pressing down my stomach, her knees almost touching the floor and her chest pressed on my-

Coughing, I tried to make her stand up. Right. She's out cold. Movies make it look so easy when the woman gets drunk and the guy would just go and carry her like she weighed nothing. I don't have a problem with carrying a woman...women. But they were wide awake and willing to participate. Catherine on the other hand...

Her hair was a mess and I can see a trace of dried drool. Groaning as I pulled her up, bending my knees, before her midsection made contact with my shoulder. I uncurled my knees and wrapped one arm around her thighs. I will not admit this to anyone but for a small woman, Catherine, was a bit...heavy.

I tried to put her down the couch gently but miscalculated, making her groan when her head slightly hit the sofa's armrest. I don't trust myself enough to put her on a bed. With her get-up, I don't think I can trust myself with anything at the moment. I walked back to my room and picked up the blanket she used a while ago. I've seen far more alluring women.

I just got here twenty minutes ago and found her on my bed. I got the chance to stare at her face for a while without her arguing with me. When she did wake up, she glared at me and shoved me in the bathroom. Reminds me of the times when I'd go home after playing with the other kids and my ma would order me to go wash my hands before I can even touch her fresh-baked cookies.

Catherine doesn't look like her. It's clearly not the time for you to compare her to your mother.

I went back to the living room and draped the blanket over her body. It's safer this way. Rubbing my eyes, I walked back in the kitchen. It's either coffee or sleep. And I'd take the coffee any day. I barely slept during the past seven days. We had no time to waste. Either we get the souls or the others would lure them to make decisions they'll regret for the rest of their afterlife.

I know it must've been a shock for Catherine. Shock being an understatement. Her face was hilarious. Her Bambi eyes were so wide you'd think she's going to get hit by a car. It's not easy to understand what goes on inside her pretty mind. She may think I'm the bad guy now. I have to move out.

"I don't think that's a great idea."

I smiled when I heard Benjie's voice behind me.

"Visiting your lady love Benjamin?" I took my time on sipping my coffee before turning towards him.

"She's... I need to be there when she leaves. You ain't got no woman that's so near but can't touch and you just want to show them that you're there but can't." He sat down and stared at the coffee mug Catherine usually uses every morning.

He's fifty four. Well fifty four when he died. He's a soldier. Was.

"Trust me I know how you feel. Not as long as you do, but I know what it's like." I knew from the look on his face that he regret what he just said. All of the guys at The Garage had the same sob story. Got a woman. Lost a woman.

"Sorry chap. I didn't mean it that way."

"I know. Now get the hell outta here before Catherine wakes up and finds you here. She knows." Benjie stood up with a smirk on his face.

"Kind of figured that out when she saw the twins. Why'd you do it boy."

I gulped my coffee and moved towards the sink. "She's smart. She'll understand." I heard him chuckle. Benjie nudged his head towards the couch.