The thin straps dug into my fleshy shoulders, the layers of shiny blue polyester fall awkwardly over my flawed figure.
I turned around in the mirror.
I’m no Alessandra Ambrosi.
The only saving grace is the lace edges--- covering most of my stomach before meeting with the matching bottoms.
My thighs were a whole other story.
A few of the faux curls were tangled but, I dreaded the idea of fighting with my hairbrush again so, I left them.
The word sexy is lost on me.
This room was nice but, no amenities. That was fine, all I needed was the ice to put the Arbor Mist on. Sipping on the peachy wine, I looked at the infamous skyline in the neighboring state. I wish I had time to see the city, go on a carriage ride in the park or--
Knock knock !
Forceful and strong knocks interrupted my thoughts.
I sprinted across the room, barefoot, pausing only to spray on Chanel and then immediately felt silly for doing so. I undid the lock, he pushed his way in, rough hands wrapped around my waist, I found his lips, exactly where I remembered and we exchanged rough open mouth kisses.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
There was no time for less important words. His broad hands glided over every part of my body, oblivious to my insecurities. His shirt came off, with my arms around his slim waist I inhaled the scent of his aftershave and my heart began to race.
He is most handsome man in the world in my eyes. I feel like the most beautiful woman in his. He didn’t care about my pores, my arms, my stomach or my thighs.
He wouldn’t comment on the curls or botched highlights she gave me.
We kissed and made love until the day broke.
***
I woke up to Top 40 in the early afternoon —near time to check out. He was already dressed. Before I could get a good afternoon out my cell phone rang. His reflection smiled at me and I dashed across the bed to my purse and frantically pulled out the pink flip phone.
“Hello ?,” I answered
“Hey, darlin’. This is Margaret from the Dutch County School Board. Just got your resume from Missy over in Greenville County. Now, they don’t have any openings over there but, I was interested in speaking with you. We may have something in our county. Are you interested?”
Dutch County ?
“Oh, wow, thank you, but I can’t”
“ Oh, well . . . are you sure, darlin' ?,”
“Yes, I don’t think it will work out. . . I’m sorry.”
“ . . . Okay, well good bye then, Mrs. Clark,”
I snapped the phone shut and threw it on the bed.
“Did I just hear you turn down a job, baby?,” he asked.
I quickly put a bra on and slipped the sundress over the lingerie.
“It was in Dutch County. I can’t get all the way there without a car.”
Fully dressed, I spread out on the bed in frustration, I picked up his navy hat and placed it over my mess of hair. He slid on to the bed across from me, took the hat away and pulled me up so we were sitting face to face. He leaned down a bit and I kissed his lips.
“ Didn't you say you was lookin’ to buy a car when I called you last month ? ”
“ It cost more than I thought. Money’s not there.”
After a bit of wine for breakfast, I brushed my teeth, fiddled with my hair and finished packing my bag.
The nearly full wine bottle went in the trash. I couldn’t take it on the Greyhound with me. He picked up my rolling bag and we went down to the front desk hand in hand. While I checked out, he went outside to look at the view.
When I was done checking out, we walked along the street to the dock and he kept his arm over my shoulder. I wasn't used to wearing heels and I danced around in his grasp just to hear the rhythmic clips. If I wandered to far he would coyly come after me. We kept up this game of cat and mouse most of the way, much to the annoyance of the other pedestrians.
He finally pulled me close, put his heavy arm around my shoulder again and we began to walk like adults.
“You ask your daddy ?,” he asked, kissing the top of my head.
“About what ?,”
“About money. For a car.”
“No. Besides he doesn’t have it.”
“Just ask Mama.”
“I can’t ask your mother,”
“She’s your mother too. You help her around the salon enough I’m sure.”
“No.”
We stopped walking and he took his arm away from me. I let my hand rest on his chest.
“Call me when you make it home,” he said.
“I will. Be safe.”
"I will."
We kissed, he stared at me, he was biting his lip and I knew he was thinking.
“Listen, you need a car to get a decent job in that town, baby,” he said,” Sell the crib. It’s still in the box.”
“No.”
I hugged him tight , we reminded ourselves we love the other, I kissed him again and we parted ways.
Me back to a life and him back to the world.
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Lile- Thank you so much for showing me mixpod ! All the songs I have missed out on . . .
A/N -- So, were you expecting Katy Perry ? This is a Boyce Avenue version of Teenage Dream. which I just love to pieces. I didn't notice it as first but, they have changed the lyrics some and taken out all of the sexual lines. ( I might get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans and We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach were never my favorite lines) which I think Boyce Ave's version is more teenage dream like. A relationship without sexual pressures.
Does this mean what I think it means ?
So, yes this is basically a prologue for a companion series to United Light. I've been so excited about this I have been posting in UL colors all this week. Did anyone notice ? Lol, to see more about the series Check it out here.
