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Morning Glory - part 2
Romance
He did have to wait for me with the car's engine running. And that was, as far as it concerns me, both a good and a bad thing. Bad one cos it made him angry, but just the right amount of "angry" that makes him adorable and brings shivers down my spine. And good one, for the air' inside had a bit of time to warm up. Ok, so it was one bad thing and two good things, I guess.
Late November morning - I should have expected the weather to be at least chilly, even given my notorious cold resistance. But snow?
"Hon, next time you plan taking me out on an officially winter day could you, just maybe, in case it snowed, somehow... let me know about it? So that I can, you know, put on a different kind of shoes, one that covers at least my ankles?"
I was all shivers and words came tumbling and rolling out of my mouth like ice cubes pilling on top of each other inside a coke glass, but once I closed the door to his full option sedan and made myself comfy inside - yeah, totally inside - its heated passenger seat, the frozen grin on my face started melting and my eyes went hunting the sight of him.
"Jeeez, woman! I never knew you could produce so much nonsense!"
He wasn't laughing, not even looking at me. Displeased, I thought. Somehow, I care. Every time.
"Or is it my fault for not having shut up your sweet dirty little mouth for quite some time, eh?" Eh, the grin! The grin that always subdues me!
I sank myself a bit deeper into the chair and in between quick devouring looks at the gorgeous frame on my left I began to realize there's not a single drop of a thing in my life that I want or need to change. I had my man right there next to me, my freelancing job bringing me enough money and lavishing me in enough free time that I could spend with him. And my second occasional job as his favorite model - oh well, he never said that and he sure ain't ever gonna admit it.
My friend Sonia kept arguing me about indulging myself into this relationship. It's all wrong, she said, you'll never ever truly have him. And she was right, you know, but I'm ok with the way things are. I mean, well, I only see him when he wants. When he needs to, rather. And I also have him only when he wants to. Uhmm, and when I remember to wear the very red lipstick and email him a picture of my lips, but that's a bit of cheating actually. But I am happy.
And November is just about the right time to be happy. And the snowed country road we've entered at some point during the above introspects seems just about the right place where to be happy. When inside a warm enclosure, of course.
"Some music, baby?" I asked him and started pushing random bluish buttons. And got slapped over my fingers. I always always forget that I must not, though I should, for my own safety, ask for his permission when touching buttons in his car!
We stopped. I started a quick and silent pray, in case the cause to the end of our journey was my little impudence and braced myself.
"Get off!"
Late November morning - I should have expected the weather to be at least chilly, even given my notorious cold resistance. But snow?
"Hon, next time you plan taking me out on an officially winter day could you, just maybe, in case it snowed, somehow... let me know about it? So that I can, you know, put on a different kind of shoes, one that covers at least my ankles?"
I was all shivers and words came tumbling and rolling out of my mouth like ice cubes pilling on top of each other inside a coke glass, but once I closed the door to his full option sedan and made myself comfy inside - yeah, totally inside - its heated passenger seat, the frozen grin on my face started melting and my eyes went hunting the sight of him.
"Jeeez, woman! I never knew you could produce so much nonsense!"
He wasn't laughing, not even looking at me. Displeased, I thought. Somehow, I care. Every time.
"Or is it my fault for not having shut up your sweet dirty little mouth for quite some time, eh?" Eh, the grin! The grin that always subdues me!
I sank myself a bit deeper into the chair and in between quick devouring looks at the gorgeous frame on my left I began to realize there's not a single drop of a thing in my life that I want or need to change. I had my man right there next to me, my freelancing job bringing me enough money and lavishing me in enough free time that I could spend with him. And my second occasional job as his favorite model - oh well, he never said that and he sure ain't ever gonna admit it.
My friend Sonia kept arguing me about indulging myself into this relationship. It's all wrong, she said, you'll never ever truly have him. And she was right, you know, but I'm ok with the way things are. I mean, well, I only see him when he wants. When he needs to, rather. And I also have him only when he wants to. Uhmm, and when I remember to wear the very red lipstick and email him a picture of my lips, but that's a bit of cheating actually. But I am happy.
And November is just about the right time to be happy. And the snowed country road we've entered at some point during the above introspects seems just about the right place where to be happy. When inside a warm enclosure, of course.
"Some music, baby?" I asked him and started pushing random bluish buttons. And got slapped over my fingers. I always always forget that I must not, though I should, for my own safety, ask for his permission when touching buttons in his car!
We stopped. I started a quick and silent pray, in case the cause to the end of our journey was my little impudence and braced myself.
"Get off!"
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