Last night Ben and I sat outside in the freezing cold on the verandah, a candle burning on the rustic little table that I refused to paint and finally it has achieved the weathered grey I adore. His tea grew cold and my red wine grew warm as we ignored our drinks in favor of watching the wind and the moon, his hands clutching the blanket closed that we were sharing. I was tucked down in his arms, his chin on my head, his legs making for more warmth than I could have asked for around mine.
I was listening for Jacob's big windchimes but I can't hear them over the roar of the ocean. I hate to have to ask Ben to move them closer to the house again, because he's already done it twice, but I think I will. What is the point of a noise if it can't be heard?
Eventually I stopped trying to hear them and settled back against his chest and his head came forward beside mine, He kissed my cheek and pressed his ear against mine, rocking me slowly.
I closed my eyes.
Right.
Now.
This.
Clear as day he whispers in my ear. I hear him every single time.
I love you, Bridget.
I love you too, Ben. Forgive me.
Just let it be, little bee.
Which part?
All of it, for now. You're in my arms. I'm not going to think about anything else right now.
Yeah.
This is what I live for.
Me too.
He pulled back and looked down at me.
Really?
I nodded.
I thought you would have said something about my huge dick.
It was on the tip of my tongue.
You know, princess, there are so many places I could take that statement but for the sake of this beautiful night I'll just let it go.
Okay.
For now.
Yup.
But later, I-
Benjamin.
Yeah?
Shush.
Okay.
