I'll Be Here (21 page)

Alex sits up and tosses me one of the plastic-wrapped fortune cookies from the coffee table before rolling back to the floor.  His shirt catches and exposes a sliver of his stomach.  It’s incredibly sexy and I imagine how the skin there would feel underneath my fingertips. 

He cracks the hard shell of both his and Aaron’s fortune cookie and pulls out the slim pieces of white paper and pops one of the halves into his mouth. 

“Read mine!”  Aaron shoves the fortune into Alex’s hand.

Alex sits up and clears his throat.  “You have a kind heart and a gentle soul.”

Aaron screws up his face and we laugh.  “That’s silly!  It’s not a fortune.  It’s more like a—like a—”

“Statement?”  I offer.

Aaron bobs his head my way.  “Yeah.  I guess.  But I don’t really know what a
sta-ment
is.” 

“
Statement
,” I reiterate.  “And it’s like a sentence—a declaration of facts.” 

Aaron’s head moves between us.  “Huh,” he mumbles and then he turns his attention back to the far-more-interesting toy car.

I am still chuckling when I look at Alex.  “What’s yours say?”

He blinks.  “You first,” he says indicating the cookie in my hand with an inclined head. 

“Okay…”  I break my cookie in half and read the words printed on the sliver of white paper.  “A ship in the harbor is safe, but that’s not why ships are built.”

He responds much like my little brother.  “Huh.”

I laugh.  “Your turn.”

Alex looks down at the small piece of paper trapped between his thumb and index finger.  “What is to give light must endure the burning.” 

He shrugs and smiles at me sheepishly and when he blinks those dark lashes of his, my heart beats a frenzied concert and I can feel the blood start to move to my neck and face.  The air in the space between us grows heavy and thick with something.  Alex’s blue eyes smolder and move from my head down my body and—

“Yow!”  Effectively dashing the moment, Aaron’s car has zoomed over and smashed into my foot.  I turn the vehicle around and point it towards the hall.

“Jammies!” I call out as my little brother follows the battery-operated machine around the hallway corner in the direction of his room.

“Be right back,” I say as I stand. 

Alex smiles and I can feel his eyes on my back as I head off in the same direction as my little brother.  I manage to get Aaron cleaned and dressed for bed in record time and when he asks for popcorn
after
we’ve just brushed his teeth, I think I manage a pretty frightening
you’ve got be kidding me look. 
He doesn’t ask twice.

When I get back to the living room, Alex is stretched out on the large area rug with his back against the floor and his knees propped up.  He reaches his arms over his head and once again, his shirt comes up so that I catch a flash of skin.  Holy hell.  He is so gorgeous. 

Alex turns his head to me and there’s that ghost smile that makes my heartbeat skip.  I settle onto the floor and lay on my back in the same pose as Alex.  The length of our bodies touch and I can feel the fire within me getting hotter.

“So,” I begin shyly.  “You mentioned a tattoo?”

One side of his mouth comes up and he raises himself so that he’s half sitting.   Angling his back to me, Alex pulls up his shirt and tucks it under his elbows so that I can view his entire muscular back and oh, what a back it is!  There, just below his shoulder blade dark script is permanently inked under the surface of his skin.  It is beautiful as is the boy that wears it forever.  As I touch the words with my fingers he exhales a long breath.  

I lose and find myself in the long water

I am gathered once more

“I got it when I went to Paris…”

I listen while Alex tells me about the ten-day long trip that he took with a group of architecture students and a few professors from the university. 

“I was feeling fairly introspective in the city of love and I decided to put that feeling on my body so that I could carry it with me forever.  It’s from a Theodore Roethke poem.”

Slowly, I reach forward and run my fingertip over the lines of the poem.  The skin is smooth under my touch. 

Alex moves just barely—his shoulders tensing momentarily before relaxing.  I watch the careful way that his back moves in and out as he breathes—almost like he’s trying to hold it all together.  With a sudden gust of courage I bend over and I press my lips to his skin, caressing the inked words delicately.  He stifles a gasps and spins so quickly that my heart skips. 

Our eyes meet and I am filled with a fierce intensity.  Fire pools in my belly as he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me
there
—in that sensitive spot just below my jaw.  It drives me mad and I lift my body towards his conscious of all the places where we touch.  Hips, fingers, shoulders, legs.  His tongue gently circles back towards my ear and I squirm and make an inarticulate moan of pleasure.  Just when I think I can’t take any more of his teasing, he digs his hands into the flesh at my waist and pulls me closer to him and our mouths come together at last.

I’m sure there are more enjoyable things on this planet than kissing Alex Faber on my living room floor, but at the moment I can’t quite think of them.  And if feeling this way is just some sort of subconscious ploy to get myself over my ex it’s sort of overkill because… because… well, I can’t even recall what my ex looks like right now.

“Can I ask you something?”  I manage between kisses, my breath coming out hot and fast.

Alex is doing his fair share of hard breathing.  He pulls away from my face and smiles.  “Anything.”

 “Did you know I would be at Dr. Snyder’s office that day when you came in?”

Alex sighs.  He looks up at the ceiling though his fingers still move delicately over my skin. 

“Yes.  Your mom told my mom so if you’re asking if I was surprised to see you there, then the answer is no.”

I think even his chin is lovely.  He didn’t shave this morning and there’s a day’s worth of dark stubble there.  I tilt my head and kiss him there. 

“Did you really need those papers signed?” 

Alex’s eyes lock with mine.  “Yes.  Brooke needed her to sign the papers.  That was legit.  But I was there to see
you
Willow.  And I was at the park to see you also.” 

I’m confused so Alex explains lifting my face to his with his free hand. 

“Laney told me where you’d be.  She sent me a message on Facebook and one thing led to the other...”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting to hear that. 

“What?”  I practically shout.  I could
kill
Laney Putnam right now.    

Alex shifts onto his elbows and cradles the back of my neck.  “Please don’t be mad.  She—Laney, was trying to be a good friend.  And I wanted to see you.  I drove down just in the hopes that I might be able to see you for a half an hour.”  He cringes.  “Jesus.  Do I sound like a total stalker?” 

Okay, maybe I won’t actually have to
kill
Laney. 

“Nooooo, but I am curious about… about how and why you—”

Alex doesn’t let me finish the question.  He speaks softly to the small space between us.  “After that night,” he begins and he doesn’t have to clarify which night.  I know that he means the night that I tried to kiss him.  The night of the winter solstice party.  The night of the silver stars. 

“I was so confused.  Willow, it just took me by surprise when you kissed me because
I
was supposed to be the one that wanted to kiss
you
and…and I know that I didn’t handle things right, but I was nervous.  And that’s no excuse but what can I say?”

Big breath.  “The thing is,” he continues, grabbing at my fingers and pulling my hand to his chest.   “I liked you.  God, I thought about you all of the time and I swear that I couldn’t stop thinking about you if I tried.  Trust me.  I did try.”

My head is moving back and forth.  “But, why didn’t you say anything?

His shoulders drop.  “Because you were too young.  Because of our parents.  Because I was going to be leaving for college.  I know that those aren’t good reasons but I kept telling myself that it was a bad idea.  That we would both get hurt.”

I continue to shake my head and roll my hand flat over the place where his heart beats.  “Wow.” 

Alex looks away from me.  His eyes are squinted. 

“I called a few times after that night but you never called me back.  I know now that I should have come over here.  I should have climbed up the trellis to your balcony like—”

I can’t help but giggle.  “Alex, I don’t have a trellis or a balcony.”  

He smiles faintly.  “You know what I mean Willow.” 

And I do know what he means. 

“But, I didn’t come over here.  I even stopped calling.  I had a lot of excuses.  I told myself that you’d changed your mind, or that I was waiting for the perfect moment.  But the truth is that I was scared.  And when we found out that Julie was sick, I didn’t want to be another complication in your life.  I thought that I could hold out until things were more certain with your mom before throwing this huge thing at you.  I know now that it was an idiotic move because one day my mom mentioned that you had a new boyfriend.”  He pauses, searching my eyes for something. 

“At first, I didn’t worry.  I thought that he would be like the others—around just long enough for you to learn his middle name.  But, then he ended up being around longer than I’d planned on and well… well, you know the rest of the story.”

Yes, I do.

Alex is waiting for me.  He’s already said so much and now it’s my turn.  I try to think of the words but it’s like there’s not even enough air to breathe.  My mind spins… unsure that Alex means what I think he means… unsure if I’m hallucinating or dreaming or…  I flick through my mental journal—the bowling alley all those years ago, the way the corners of his mouth droops when he’s tired, his blue eyes reflecting the sun on a perfect day.  And it all burbles inside of me threatening to come out in a silly jumble. 

Slowly, he leans in and his mouth grazes the side of my face.  I close my eyes and let myself feel his warm tongue as he makes a trail of kisses down my neck.

This is Alex.

Warm breath singes my hair.  “Is this okay?” 

“Yes,” I exhale.  And, God, as his mouth moves faster I pray to all that is holy that Aaron is already asleep and doesn’t come out asking for a glass of water or something. 

I am so lost in sensation that when Alex pulls away it’s jarring. 

He’s got a serious expression on his face and my stomach tightens as if on alert for bad news. 

“W-what is it?”

He closes his eyes and when he reopens them, I watch his pupils grow and then shrink again.  “Willow, I don’t want to just be some rebound for you.  I don’t think I could take that.”

I cup his chin in my hands and kiss him on the mouth.  “I don’t want that either.  Alex, trust me, you are not rebound material.”

“Good,” he says but he’s still frowning.  “And Dustin?  Is it really over with him?  Please tell me the truth.”

“If you want to know if I love Dustin anymore, I can say honestly that I don’t.”  My heart is so full of Alex that I’m afraid it might burst and there is no room for anyone else within its walls.  “We’re through.”

“For sure?”

“Yes.  For sure.”

A puff of air leaves him and I realize that’s he’s been holding his breath for too long.  His shoulders slacken slightly and he curls his hand around my arm.  I feel his finger tracing small circles across my skin.  “Good, because… I don’t think I could handle that Willow.  I’m not so great with jealousy and after wanting you for this long...”

I know that modern women are supposed to confront jealousy in men with disdain because jealousy is: 1) immature, 2) a prehistoric throwback emotion to the days of hunting and gathering and fur wraps and living in caves, 3) a sentiment that implies possession and well, we’re humans, not things.  But, I’ll be totally honest—Alex’s acknowledged jealousy does thrilling things to me. 

His hands move under the hem of my shirt so that they can feel the skin of my stomach.  I am shaking despite the warmth of his body so near to mine and the flames growing within.  When I finally look up from Alex’s mouth to his eyes all the stars in the night sky start clapping and cheering.  It’s a standing ovation. 

This next kiss is gentler than I think it will be.  In technical terms it’s chaste—lips touching lips, no tongue.  But between those words there is a universe of something else.  I’ve never been kissed like this—like a whisper, soft and gentle, floating up from the inside.  Like a long sigh that first sucks in the thick air around us and then propels it outward.  

Then Alex kisses my neck almost frantically.  I can feel the singeing heat of his tongue trailing delicate lines on the soft skin there and I tremble.  He grips my waist and pulls me closer. 

Closer. 

Closer. 

I let my hands move up the long, taut lines of his biceps and over his shoulders so that my fingers loop behind his neck. 

Fire, air, water, and earth. 

All the elements wrapped in blood and muscle.  My mouth touches the soft hair along his jaw.  When I follow a line back behind his ear, he groans into my hair.   Our lips meet again and this time our mouths part.  As his tongue finds mine, flicking and tasting the shape of me, I am lost. 

Later, I’m sure that I’ll relive the moments in detail.  I’ll rewind over and over the part where he breathlessly rolls over me and I can feel the hard lines of his body above me.  Or his hands climbing over my bare, hot skin—his fingers pausing over my heart, the scratchy tickle of his stubble on my neck, the sweet taste of him, his fingers in my hair and rolling down my side.  Later I can pull these things apart like a puzzle and twist them around in my fingers as I put them back together one by one.

But, right now, in
this
exploding moment…

I can do nothing but live.

Live.

And it’s all right.

It’s all right.