Comminication Skills

Cover Kiss?

When I woke up Deeks still had his arms around me. Our legs were still entangled. I still had my head on his shoulder. And I hadn’t dreamt about my torture. I wanted to think that the dreams were gone, but it was Deeks. I don’t know how he did it, but he did. He banished my nightmares and kept me safe. And I love-liked him so much for that.

            I looked at the alarm clock. Shit! It was already twelve o’clock! I slept for thirteen hours?! No wonder I felt wide awake. I turned in Deeks’ embrace and then pushed him roughly away. His eyes snapped open and he looked over to find me grinning cheekily at him. “What was that for?” he groaned.

            “It’s noon. Wake up.” I hopped back up on the bed and started shaking him vigorously from side to side. He rolled over and pinned me beneath him effortlessly, but I wasn’t trying very hard.

            I brought my knee up from where it was between his legs and kneed him lightly in his ouchie spot. He hopped off of me and I lunged at him, knocking him over. I pinned him down and he lay there, baby blues wide and bright. I grinned down at him and he took advantage, flipping me off. We wrestled until I had him pinned again, then he tossed me off and stood up. His bare chest looked very appealing. I licked my lips and stood, grabbing my clothes and bouncing into the bathroom before I went over and started kissing his neck again. I would not put it past myself. I was finding it harder and harder to control myself around him. I wondered –hoped– he felt the same way.

            I took a shower and got dressed. I brushed my teeth, dried my hair, French braided from the top of my head and then draped the braid over my exposed shoulder, and put on just mascara and lip gloss. The dark circles under my eyes were almost gone. One more night of sleep like that and they would be just a distant memory. I put a little foundation over them to completely hide them and then left the bathroom.

            Deeks was on the phone in the hallway, so I stealthily crept up to the doorway to the hallway and listened in. “I don’t know… No, we can’t go out again… Yes, you are…” He chuckled. “Yes, I did… No, it won’t work out… I’m with someone else… My wife.” Oh, my God. Was he talking to the delivery lady? Why else would he refer to someone as his wife? “I lover her. Her laugh, her smile. Her eyes, especially. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Just her… No, I won’t call you in a week. I won’t call you ever… I love her. With everything that I have… Goodbye.”

            I casually walked out as if my mind wasn’t reeling. Was he acting the part or telling the truth? God, he was so complicated. “Who was that?” I asked nonchalantly.

            He stopped dead when he saw me. His eyes went from my head to my toes and then back up. “You look… Wow.”

            I smiled. “Thanks.”

            “But you’re lacking accoutrements. I know just the thing.” He turned and went into our room and came back out with a little box. “Hetty gave this to me to give to you. I have one, too.” He opened the box and I saw a gorgeous, simple gold ring with a little diamond design leading to one big diamond and a simple, gold wedding band. He placed the ring on my finger and I placed his on his finger.

            “Wow,” I breathed. “Hetty really outdid herself.”

            “Yeah. It looks amazing on you.” He seemed to surprise himself my saying this and he self-consciously stepped back. “I’m gonna get dressed.”

            “Take a shower, too!” I called after him. “Something smells!”

A little while later, Deeks came downstairs, clean and fresh and looking adorable in just simple jeans and a black v-neck, one of the ones that drove me crazy to see him in. He sat down next to me on the couch and smiled at me. “Let’s play a game.”