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“One more, I think. We make time for date nights, so we can get to know each other. And I’m not just talking about watching a movie, I’m talking about talking.” She has this feral look to her right now as she talks.
“Okay, this is easy enough. This counts as a date right?”
“Yeah.”
“And what about touching, kissing, hugging?” I ask nudging her foot with mine.
“All good, unless you think they shouldn’t be?” She looks like she’s hanging on by a thread awaiting my answer.
“No, I think they definitely are granted. Otherwise, I would be breaking that rule now as much as you broke the see through tank top rule.”
I smile like a kid who is about to open his birthday presents as we finish our food.
We pull back up to the house and I get out of the passenger seat and wait for her in front of her car.
“What about PDA and hand holding?” I ask.
“All fine.” She says as she approaches and I grab her hand and entwine my fingers with her. We walk up the few steps to the front door and then I pull her in and kiss her. Not an impressive kiss, but my tongue most definitely made it inside her mouth.
* * *
I woke up in a sweat.My sheets were soaked from whatever I was dreaming about. I hate it when I can’t remember my dreams, although I’m sure that’s for the best most of the time, since it’s probably better that way. It’s the middle of the night and I’m alone in my bed. Tatum and I have been taking things slow for a week and while it’s been enlightening to be in the beginning stages of dating, it’s also been pure torture since we live together.
She’s returned to wearing her see through tank top with knowing glances when I approach her to fondle her and kiss her. But we haven’t done anything sexual, despite the addendum to rule number five being a possibility. I would consider Tatum my girlfriend now, even though we haven’t actually titled each other that out loud. I don’t know exactly where I became the stable boyfriend after being the man-whore for so long, but I can adjust.
I remove myself from bed and stumble into my bathroom. I start the shower and quickly rinse off the layer of sweat from whatever I was dreaming about. Part of me is wanting to go back to sleep, the other part of me is wide awake. After my rinse, I opt to get some water. I don’t bother putting any pants on, but walk out of my bedroom in my towel.
In the living room, the glow of the television is on and I see Tatum leaning, slightly sitting up on the arm of the couch. I quietly move so I can see her face and her glazed eyes are open and staring straight ahead, until I come into her line of sight. She turns her head and lazily smiles.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask joining her on the couch.
“I’ve been trying for a good few hours. But then I get sucked into whatever this show is and then I can’t peel myself off the couch.” She yawns and then looks at the towel around my waist.
“I had a bad dream, I think. I needed to rinse off.” I explain.
“No complaints here.” She says running her hand across my chest.
“You might not want to do that Tate.” I warn her, feeling my dick harden.
“Oh yeah?” She says leaning towards me, her lips inches away from mine, we’re sharing the same breath right now.
“Mmmmhmmm.” I say lowering my lips to hers and spreading hers with my tongue.
She pulls back, her hand still on my chest, tracing my nipple.
“I think I need some water.” I say pulling back from her and getting up holding my towel together.
She shuts off the television and follows me into the kitchen. She stands there, waiting for something, I don’t know what. I drink an entire glass of water and then turn to her. She smiles and holds out her hand to me and leads me down the hallway. We stop in front of my bedroom and she looks behind her towards her room.
“Can I come in?” She asks.
“Darling, you don’t need to ask, ever.” I say angling my head for her to go in.
She jumps on the bed and immediately my thoughts turn dirty.
“Whoa, wait. I need to change the sheets.” I explain by pointing to my sleep sweat.
“Is that a regular occurrence?” She asks.
“No, don’t worry. And I also don’t wet the bed, in case you were wondering that too.” I smile. I retrieve a pair of boxers from my closet and drop my towel, well aware of her eyes on me. I then move to the hallway and grab clean sheets. I feel like I’m playing house all of a sudden. I have a slight ache of loss that I ignore and continue back to the bedroom.
We make the bed and then I motion for her to get in.
Tatum settles herself in my arms and her hand goes back to caressing my chest. Tatum’s breathing evens out and she’s soon fallen asleep. Her hair is fanned out along the pillow beside mine. We’re facing each other and she looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Her mouth slightly agape and the fluttering of her eyelashes as she falls deeper into sleep. While I’m wide awake. That ache has returned and suddenly I feel guilty. I’m feeling guilty for caring about Tatum, for having Tatum here in my bed, living with me and making future plans with her. I attempt to push away at this feeling, I don’t need to feel this way when everything is going so good right now.
I take a deep breath and turn over to my back to stare at the ceiling. I’m not feeling the need to drink, but I’m feeling the need to run. And I don’t want to run from Tatum, that’s not fair to her. I need to remember our rules, the new number three rule is to be honest with another. I need to talk to her and tell her… what do I tell her? That she makes me feel guilty? That she makes me feel like I’m betraying my ex, who is dead? I need to tell her that she makes me feel again. But first, I need to tell her about Betsy.
