Dissipate

“Last night was the best night of my life.” His hand drifted to my hip and made soothing circles.

“Mine, too.”

Laying there, gazing into each other’s eyes, I tried to freeze this moment. This would be the moment I came back to when things were tough.

Three raps came from the other side of the door. “Room Service.”

“Oh, shit. I forgot.” Aiden hopped out of bed and I sat up. In a graceful movement, he pulled on his pants and walked to the door. Watching his confident stride, had me lost in somewhat of a trance.

Peering back, he froze as he was about to open the door, eyes practically bulging. “Lay down and cover yourself, sweetheart.”

I gasped, realizing that I was exposed from the waist up. In a flutter of movement, I brought the covers over my head. Lowered voices could be heard underneath the dark blanket.

Sternness laced, Aiden’s voice. “No, I’ll take it from here. Thank you.”

The door closed and I felt a dip in the bed. Barely poking my head above the covers, I saw an amused Aiden looking at me. “I ordered your favorite, homemade waffles, for breakfast.”

Ravenous was an understatement with how famished I felt. We’d barely eaten anything last night. “I’m starved.”

Removing the dome lids, Aiden got breakfast ready while I donned one of the complimentary tan robes that had a tree embroidered on it. I joined Aiden at the small table. “This smells wonderful.”

Fresh dough smells wafted through the air with buttery aromas.

“Let’s eat.” We fixed our plates as I poured an ample amount of warm syrup. Before I took my first bite, Aiden asked, “What do you want to do today?”

My eyes darted to the bed as I bit my lower lip, anxious about wanting more sex.

Aiden gave me a handsome grin before taking a bite. “I think we can make that happen.”

“I like the sound of that.” Taking a bite myself, I savored every second of this weekend.

WE WERE NESTLED in front of the fireplace in our tree house room as the fire crackled. Aiden had built it earlier. Building fires was something everyone at The Society knew how to do. We had electricity and air conditioning. The heater was only to be used in extreme circumstances since The Light had provided us with other resources to make heat.

As I stared into the flames, I played with the heart necklace my father had given my mom. I wore it almost all the time. It was a reminder of their love. It normally stayed underneath my clothes. Only Aiden knew the significance behind it.

Cradled in Aiden’s arms, I bathed in the afterglow of our love making.

Earlier this afternoon, we’d casually strode through the town of Eureka Springs. It was a cute little town filled with trinket shops of all sorts. Aiden had been attentive as I took everything in. I couldn’t wait to explore more places outside of Fayetteville.

The logs shifted and new little sparks crackled around the log. Aiden moved and a black box appeared in front of me.

“I had this made for you and have been waiting for the perfect opportunity.”

He’d gotten me something which had elation darting through me. Besides my mom’s secret gifts, I had never gotten a present from someone else. The Light thought presents were frivolous and materialistic.

Sitting up, I held the blanket up with one hand, exposing more of Aiden’s naked torso. Excitedly, I grabbed the box and opened. A ring with the same two hearts as my necklace sat nestled in the black velvet. I gasped as I nearly drop the ring with my fumbling shaky hands.

Aiden took it out, and put it on my right finger. “I know your necklace is important to you since your dad gave it to your mom. I wanted you to have a matching ring from me.”

Tears sprung to my eyes as I tackled him back and kissed him. “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too, Kenzie. Forever.”

THE DRIVE HOME was beautiful as I took in the winding roads. The semi-leafless trees swayed. This weekend had left me satiated on life and love. This morning, Aiden had made love to me again. Feeling him inside me, filling me, was exquisite.

Aiden’s phone vibrated. “Would you see who’s texting? I don’t want to look on these curvy roads.”

Picking up the phone from the cup holder, I saw Stacy’s name. It was a text. “Umm . . . Stacy wants to know where you are. She needs to speak to you. It’s urgent and she’s upset.”