and although Colby loosened up, he never did get comfortable at The Old Lady. I wasn't going to allow his mood to sour mine, so as we paid our bill, I signaled for him to lean down and I planted a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled his first real smile of the night, and we made our way back out to the Jeep.
When we got home, I thanked Colby for a wonderful night out. He politely nodded his head and removed his clothes, so I undressed and slipped into bed, waiting for him to join me. When he did, he gathered me in his arms and snuggled up next to me.
"I love you, Dallis," he said, running his chin over the top of my head.
"I love you too, Colby."
He moved my head up to face him and began kissing me passionately. I was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in to him, returning his kiss with as much passion as he was giving me. He moved his large, muscular body over me and brushed my hair away, showering my upper body with tantalizingly stimulating kisses.
At first I enjoyed it, but as Colby was making his way down my body, the feeling quickly turned to something less enjoyable.
"Colby," my breath was faint and feeble, "Colby, st.. stop." I nudged him away and he stopped, glancing down at me with confusion on his face. "Just stop, please."
"What's the matter?" he asked in a breathy, rushed tone.
"I'm just not ready for this," I said meekly. "I'm sorry."
Disappointment flooded his face, but he didn't say anything further. Instead he moved back to his side of the bed and thrust his body back down, letting out a loud sigh while he did so. We fell asleep without speaking another word.
The next week had been much of the same. I still spent my time taking pointless pictures, running, and writing. Colby stayed busy with work, and much like the week before, the only times we saw one another was when we woke in the morning and went to bed at night.
We still hadn't been intimate. Thinking back on the last time that we had, I'd remembered that it was the morning before my mom had delivered the horrendous news about her condition. While I cherished the tender moments, I wasn't ready to go back into intimacy just yet and it was starting to wear on our relationship.
Colby came home full of excitement, something that I hadn't seen much of lately. He sat his briefcase down by the door and walked into the living room with an exorbitant grin on his face, holding a bottle of champagne.
"Guess what, babe?" he asked, sitting next to me on the couch.
"What?" I asked, curious to know what had gotten him so excited.
"Greg, from the office, just offered me the top management spot since Keller took another position elsewhere, and I took it!"
"That's awesome!" I watched him pop the bottle of champagne open and make his way into the kitchen, returning with two champagne flutes. He filled our glasses and handed me one.
"Yes, it's all kinds of awesome. The best part is, we can move out of here and into a real home," he said, smiling as he took a long sip of his champagne.
I frowned as I thought about what he was saying. The townhouse had been my first place after moving to Seattle. It held a special place in my heart, and truthfully, I loved living in it. "What do you mean, Colby?"
"I just mean this place is small, and we deserve something much bigger. We can stay in this neighborhood, but I want something that will scream the money that we have." He took another sip of his champagne, giving no effort to contain the smile etching itself into his face.
I sat my glass down on the coffee table. "I love this place. I don't need to scream the money we have. That’s idiotic, Colby."
"Babe, I never planned on being in this place this long, and I damn sure won't be in it after we're married. I want to start our lives in a big home. We might as well make the move now, especially now that I can throw more money at it." He chuckled, but I couldn't find any humor in what he was saying.
"Throw more money at it? Seriously?"
Colby brushed it off as
When we got home, I thanked Colby for a wonderful night out. He politely nodded his head and removed his clothes, so I undressed and slipped into bed, waiting for him to join me. When he did, he gathered me in his arms and snuggled up next to me.
"I love you, Dallis," he said, running his chin over the top of my head.
"I love you too, Colby."
He moved my head up to face him and began kissing me passionately. I was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in to him, returning his kiss with as much passion as he was giving me. He moved his large, muscular body over me and brushed my hair away, showering my upper body with tantalizingly stimulating kisses.
At first I enjoyed it, but as Colby was making his way down my body, the feeling quickly turned to something less enjoyable.
"Colby," my breath was faint and feeble, "Colby, st.. stop." I nudged him away and he stopped, glancing down at me with confusion on his face. "Just stop, please."
"What's the matter?" he asked in a breathy, rushed tone.
"I'm just not ready for this," I said meekly. "I'm sorry."
Disappointment flooded his face, but he didn't say anything further. Instead he moved back to his side of the bed and thrust his body back down, letting out a loud sigh while he did so. We fell asleep without speaking another word.
The next week had been much of the same. I still spent my time taking pointless pictures, running, and writing. Colby stayed busy with work, and much like the week before, the only times we saw one another was when we woke in the morning and went to bed at night.
We still hadn't been intimate. Thinking back on the last time that we had, I'd remembered that it was the morning before my mom had delivered the horrendous news about her condition. While I cherished the tender moments, I wasn't ready to go back into intimacy just yet and it was starting to wear on our relationship.
Colby came home full of excitement, something that I hadn't seen much of lately. He sat his briefcase down by the door and walked into the living room with an exorbitant grin on his face, holding a bottle of champagne.
"Guess what, babe?" he asked, sitting next to me on the couch.
"What?" I asked, curious to know what had gotten him so excited.
"Greg, from the office, just offered me the top management spot since Keller took another position elsewhere, and I took it!"
"That's awesome!" I watched him pop the bottle of champagne open and make his way into the kitchen, returning with two champagne flutes. He filled our glasses and handed me one.
"Yes, it's all kinds of awesome. The best part is, we can move out of here and into a real home," he said, smiling as he took a long sip of his champagne.
I frowned as I thought about what he was saying. The townhouse had been my first place after moving to Seattle. It held a special place in my heart, and truthfully, I loved living in it. "What do you mean, Colby?"
"I just mean this place is small, and we deserve something much bigger. We can stay in this neighborhood, but I want something that will scream the money that we have." He took another sip of his champagne, giving no effort to contain the smile etching itself into his face.
I sat my glass down on the coffee table. "I love this place. I don't need to scream the money we have. That’s idiotic, Colby."
"Babe, I never planned on being in this place this long, and I damn sure won't be in it after we're married. I want to start our lives in a big home. We might as well make the move now, especially now that I can throw more money at it." He chuckled, but I couldn't find any humor in what he was saying.
"Throw more money at it? Seriously?"
Colby brushed it off as
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