Love & Romance ~ A study of Intimacy

Chapter 13

I walked into the bedroom, picked up some new clothes and a fresh towel, and turned around to march my way to the bathroom. I locked the door and quickly made a relaxing hot bath for myself, sinking into the water with a heavy sigh.

My mind almost let it go that this whole week was not just work; it was also a vacation from the world. I was in the woods in a cabin, away from the bustle of the city. I didn't have to hear the elevated train or the honking of cars. All that was around were the sounds of nature. It was a world away from everyone and my mind instantly plummeted into the gutter, reminding myself of the moans I could be shouting out without a care.

I let myself imagine me in bed with Lee crawling in and capturing me once more in a kiss. I was lost in his touch and didn't care to find my way out. All my body knew was that I needed him. The more I imagined it, the warmer the bath became. I knew my body was heating up, but  I was too busy watching the movie in my mind to even care.

Still, I felt like fighting myself. There was nothing wrong with a woman having a horny imagination, but when it was about your manager... that's when things get strange. He wasn't some guy I hook up with or mess around with, He took care of me and I needed to respect that. However, I wasn't an Idiot. I could tell that some part of Lee liked me. He always over-worked himself to make sure my work was recognized and respected. At the same time, he was friendly and was close to me, like a best friend.

I could only let out a sigh and sink into the water. letting my mouth dip under the surface and blow bubbles. I didn't know what to do... 

It was odd to admit it, but Lee had danced around my heart for a long while. He was sweet, kind, always giving, never demanding... Hell, there were hundreds of good qualities about him that I couldn't even keep track. When he mentioned him no longer being taken, I had to admit that I felt a little ... happy. As sick as the idea was, I was glad that he was open to love. Was it wrong to think that way? Probably.

I couldn't exactly stop what I felt, however. The heart worked in mysterious ways, building and bonding people we never expected to be together happily. It didn't matter the color of creed; if your heart truly cared and/or loved someone, then you were trapped by the spell of love. It didn't have to be sexual or even romantic; love was a major controller of the human heart. I smiled and rested against the tub wall, looking to the ceiling.

"Damn... my writing didn't hinder my hope of love after all.." I was relieved, happy to know that I was able to have feelings for someone, especially someone who deserved love. But how to tell him? I became nervous. How was that going to work? 

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I would think on it and tell him when I was ready. If I knew anything about having feelings, then it was to approach when you felt one-hundred percent ready.

I slowly washed up and stepped out of the tub, draining it as I began to dry myself with my towel. The tension in my body slowly dissolved from my nerves and I felt weightless. I took a moment to dry my hair and get dressed before returning to my room.

I walked into my bedroom, stretching my neck and feeling my body being called to my bed. When it was tempting, my mind stopped my body from advancing for it as a set of knocks landed against my door.