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My mind begins to wander again to what we have. To all that we could maybe be, but my grandmother’s words from before ring truer than ever.
The moment we are in is all we ever have. So, I throw myself into that with all the love that I have and hope that it will be enough to show Dahlia all we could be.
11
“Wake up sleepy,” I say with a giggle as I nuzzle under the soft, silky, white sheets to a perfectly naked and sleeping Dahlia. She ignores me, or she doesn’t wake, either way, I am persistent. Covering her in kisses as my nose nudges at her. She awakens slowly, groggily. Her body probably still aching from the night before, but I know she can still feel those tingles too. And as her eyes flutter open and her morning comes into focus, she smiles.
“What time is it?” she asks, and her voice is dipped in sleep, making my heart flutter.
“It is barely six. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but I wanted to show you something if you want to take a ride with me.” I try to keep my tone light, but I am hopeful. I don’t have anywhere to call my own. Nowhere in the city is mine, my grandmother’s home is home but then it is her home more than anything, adapted for me, but never quite mine. But there is one place I would share with her. A special place.
“Of course, I would love to.”
We both get up and dress quietly, there is always a special feeling in the air when you feel like you wake up before the city does. Like you have a secret and you have to keep it to yourself so as not to wake the others and it can then stay just yours a little longer. I linger at the window, watching the lights begin to flicker on around me. Another day almost ready to begin, I wonder what it will bring for them. For us. For me.
Dahlia takes my hand with the slightest rub of her thumb against my palm, and I am transported. Submission is a gift, a beautiful gift that cannot ever be compared, but others are fools to think I hold the power as the dominant one; I am like butter in her hand as she guides me to the elevator. As our bodies rest effortlessly against each other, I worry I am already too far gone with my feelings for her.
The driver is there waiting at the parking elevator, he gets out the moment the doors ping open and I linger as Dahlia enters the open door, murmuring the instructions on where to go.
It is early, but Dahlia is still careful. Her hair is tied back, her sweater loose, and her face half-hidden away by a soft scarf that makes my mind wander to dark and dangerous games we could play right here in the backseat of the car.
She smirks at me as if she can read my mind and says with a dark grin, “I feel like you are kidnapping me, should I be afraid for my life?” she asks with mock panic and I laugh.
“Maybe you would need to worry more if the driver was on my payroll and not yours.”
“Hmmm.” She leans in, her eyes flashing, “But how do I know you haven’t paid him off and this isn’t all some big ruse to steal me away in the middle of the night, tie me up and have your wicked way with me … oh wait…” she says with a tilt of her head. “You already did that. Repeatedly and with my full consent.”
I smile. “I had more than your consent. I had your total and utter obedience.” I lean in this time, closing in on her lips, my teeth bared, taking a tiny nip at her bottom lip, holding on and then pulling with a light tug. “And I can have it any time again that I choose … so don’t you forget it.”
I can see her face turn, the look of submission lingering on her features. I could take her now, I could guide her into that state of obedience, of wanting to give, and I would enjoy every heavenly second. But I don’t. Instead, my bite turns into a kiss of softness and I pull back slowly to rest against the seat.
“I want you; you know that, but we have time later. For now, I just want to share something with you.” I pause and wonder now if this is a good idea, if I am sharing too much perhaps. But Dahlia's fingers thread with mine and she gives me a light squeeze.
“I can’t wait to see something that is special to you.”
I don’t come here very often, which makes me feel disappointed in myself because I know I should. It is a beautiful spot, way out of the city, past the suburbs when my grandmother lives, and out into the green fields of the countryside. It is the good thing about a small country—it doesn’t take much drive time for the landscape to begin to change.
As we reach the off-road dirt parking lot, I am happy that the sunrise still lingers on the horizon, soft pinks, oranges, and reds paint the waking sky.
The car pulls to a slow roll and I can tell the driver is nervous about the lack of people and security.
“Ma’am, I am not sure—” he starts, half turned to talk to Dahlia, but she cuts him off in a second.
“I will be fine. I will be with Alexa and you can see us from outside the vehicle at all times. No need for undue worry. I doubt there is a crazed Dahlia Dante fan out here in the bushes,” she says with a playful smile, but I see that it doesn’t ease the driver’s concern.
“You will be able to see us at all times, but I assure you it is a very quiet spot.”
He looks at me and studies my face for a second and then nods, and I wonder if maybe I am the security concern.
We leave the car at different sides then meet in the middle and head down the path.
“I guess that you know about me. The file that Mr. Suit wrote about me was pretty comprehensive, but I think there is a difference between words on paper and a story of a life. So, I thought, we might not have much time for you and me. I know that your life is going to head off soon in another direction and mine probably won’t.” I don’t mean to sound bitter but I fear there is an edge to my voice. “Anyway, I just wanted to share something that I have never shared with anyone, so when the time comes and we have to go our different ways that I gave you something real. A real part of me.”
“Alexa…” Her voice trembles a little bit and she is beautiful and vulnerable. “I will come back. I come to London all the time. It will be okay, we can—”
“Shush,” I say, softly placing a finger to her lips. “It is okay, I can live in the moment,” I murmur as the clearing opens wide and I watch Dahlia's eyes light up as she takes in the lake.
“Oh, it is beautiful,” she says in awe.
