My body wakes itself up at 5:30 am every morning. This morning was no exception. I kiss the top of her head that is resting on my chest and slip from under her arm that is lying across my thighs. She moves slightly but curls the blanket up under her chin. I lift a chair from the desk and gently place it next to the bed. I sit and watch her breathe, slowly, deeply. I smile, and quiver with the satisfaction I saw in her face when she realized that I took care of her.
I sit and drink in her beauty for another thirty minutes then decide to take a shower. After quietly setting the chair back in its place, I enter the bathroom and gently shut the door so I will not arouse her from her slumber.
The hot water thrashing against my back feels as thousands of needles are being scraped back and forth and up and down. Before entering the shower I saw in the mirror that her claw marks were from the midline of my back all of the way to the lateral edges where my back becomes my chest. I smile as my head is bowed under the water. I cherish the passion that she etched onto me. I love the proof of her desire that I feel on my back. Her gift to me that shows me that she trusts me.
Stepping out of the bathroom with the towel being held loosely in my hand I look to the bed. She is sitting on the edge with her hands pressing on the mattress while at her side.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say as I cross the room, lean down, and kiss her.
“Good morning,” she says with a smile as she rubs her hand along the outside of my leg.
“Would you like to eat breakfast here at the resort or would you like to stop after we get on the road?" I ask as I turn towards the dresser.
“OH HONEY!” I hear her exclaim as she springs from the bed.
I turn quickly, not knowing what is wrong or to expect. Just knowing that with her exclamation I feel I need to protect her or comfort her. “What is wrong? Are you ok?” I ask as she rushes towards me.
“Your back, I hurt you, I am so sorry! Oh, your back is scratched and cut!”
Tears well up in her eyes as she looks up to me. I lean down and kiss her. I kiss her again and hold the back of her head as our lips are together. I pull her into me and hold her tight. “You need to listen to me and understand what I am saying and that I mean what I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” she sniffled.
“But,” another sniffle.
“Shhhh. You are not listening.”
Looking down into her watery eyes that trailed rivulets down her face, I can’t help but feel the compassion coming from her. I kiss her again. I take a deep breath and release it slowly, and pull her head to my chest.
“If you are sorry for allowing yourself to show me the passion you have. If you are sorry that no matter what I do today or how I move I will remember that feeling. If you are sorry that you lost yourself in our passion, our lust, our desire for one another. Then I will take you back to your friends and I will fly back home. There would be no reason for me to stay.”
She started to sob. I wrap my arms around her and hold her. Lifting my right hand to hold her head next to me I kiss the top of her head and rest my cheek in the same spot my lips touched.
“I, I, hurt you and, I didn’t mean to do that. I, hurt you, but, I don’t want you to leave.”
A body shuddering sniffle, the kind where we attempt to talk and breathe while we are crying was followed by, “I don’t want you to leave, please!”
I kiss the top of her head again and turn her around placing her back on my chest. I wrap my left arm around her chest, with her left arm holding onto my wrist. My right resting on her right thigh. I pull her back into me and move my head to the right side of her face. I kiss her cheek. Kiss her ear. Kiss her neck.