Midlife Valentine: A Later in Life Single Mom Romance

He froze at first and I loved him even more for making sure I knew what I was doing, for putting me first. He relaxed into the kiss, letting me lead the kiss as if he knew how important this moment was for me. For us.

For our future.

When we separated he cupped my face. “That was amazing, sweetheart, but now everyone is going to now. There’s no hiding our hearts now.”

I smiled. “Let them know. Let them talk and guess and speculate why we’re together.” I laughed as I thought about how shocked some of the people of Carson Creek would be. “The only thing they’ll have to talk about is how blissfully happy we are, maybe they’ll wonder how good our sex life is.”

His grip tightened at my hips. “One glimpse of the way I look at you and they’ll know the answer to that question. They’ll know you’re a wildcat in bed, because how else would you keep a young stud like me happy.”

I laughed at Trey’s words and I kept laughing as he twirled me on the dance floor, spinning me like a doll while I laughed like a girl. “Hey, some might say I’m at my sexual peak,” I whispered a moment before he spun me again.

When he pulled me back, his gaze had darkened with heat. “I would definitely say so and I can’t wait to strip you out of this dress and explore your beautiful body. All night long.” The promise, the heat in his gaze slid down my spine and made my arms and legs tingle. “All night,” he repeated as the song came to an end.

When the next song started up, I realized another benefit of being in love with a younger man, he could spin me on the dance floor all night too. I let go that night, I closed my eyes and danced, I laughed loudly and I kissed Trey. Often. It didn’t matter if people stared or if they talked, these were my people and I knew that above all else, they wanted to see me happy.

And I was so damn happy, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy. The last time I let myself be so happy and so light and so free. It was an intoxicating feeling and I hoped it never ended because I knew the way I felt about this man was the forever kind of feeling.

An eternal type of love.

I grabbed on to that feeling, knowing that everything from Rodney’s untimely death to his Dear Jane letter, Martina’s death and Trey taking guardianship of Keri, had led us right here to this moment.

Age be damned.

The End.