When She Comes

Chapter 15 - Wake To A Heavenly Angel

Dreamy they were, each laying on their sides and staring at one another. How he wished they weren't Facetiming and it was all real. Gently his hand swiped along the smooth metal trim of his iPad pretending it was her cheek. He was amused with himself, feeling like a young boy sweet on an exotic looking girl from Colombia. Fondly enjoying the teasing game of wooing her in any way he could whether it was innocent or passionate. Enamoured with her expressions, words, touches when he was lucky enough to be with her...but it was mostly her soul that lovingly lured him...captured him...

"Anyone ever tell you you're like magic?" Sincerely the corner of his mouth curled on one side in shyness."

Nothing but a nervous smile reflected back at him at what she thought was a ludicrous statement.

"You really are. My toes curl just looking at choo...hell just thinking about choo. I want you to know that I think about you all the time. It's not just when we're talking. The other day, your favorite, KJ and I were supervising the pack up for next week's Atlanta trip and I found myself in a trance almost just thinking about you."

Consumed by what she thought of him, he was amazed by how even her most polite shun of one of his lightest overtures could send him into a painful spin. His need to please her, have her approval meant so much.

"Please don't think of me that way. Magic is silly really. It's make believe." Protesting his compliments never pleased him and it was her habit to block every last one of them.

"Like your angels that guide you?" Reminding her that the magic of the divine followed her every move.

"Don't call me on my guides now." She giggled.

"Please don't minimize how I feel about you. You can't tell me how or if I miss your void."

Into the wee hours of the morning they would talk. The lowlight made each of them look so angelic, so enamoured with the other. Their voices were low and sultry from their sleepiness but neither of them wanted to leave the other.

"You're nervous for next week, aren't you?" He could tell by her smile that he was correct.

"Maybe a little." Confessing without eye contact, he wondered if it was the work or being with him. "How can I go from shooting gripping material and insulation to Prince?" Chuckling at the contrast of the two.

"I've seen your Instagram page, you've shot so much more than that. I love your eye behind the camera. I want to see myself through your lens."

A soft bite of her bottom lip as her eyes evaded his that soulfully admired her.

"Sabine..."

"Hmm?"

About to cross a line, he was sure to keep his voice low and hypnotic, soothing in the hopes to keep her steady.

"Why doesn't Clive stay with you every night?"

Exhaling strongly, "There you go again getting into my business. He's sometimes busy packing to move in and other times he's working..."

"Wouldn't he be working in the studio? A man with a woman like you should walk across that red door threshold and climb into your bed. If ever given the chance, I know that's what I'd do. I'd worship you ever chance I got. I'd make sure that you'd be feeling the residuum of me on the daily."

Even in the dim lighting he could see her red flush.

"I think you've officially crossed the line again." Shaking her head timidly disgusted and yet turned on with his lack of respect for her rules.

"Just think of all the nights we spend FaceTiming and talking on the phone. We could just as easily hang at my place or yours. I could play you some music, you could teach me how to paint, hell I should take you to the Arboretum this summer and we could photograph nature...and...let me be a part of your nature. I could pack some wine and..."