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Dangerous Liaison

... day. All day Sunday just lay feeling sorry for myself. Malcolm had come and pulled Drew out of bed early Sunday. They went over and got all my stuff from my grandparents and boxed it up. Thankfully, I didn't have much really. But I just wallowed."

I shifted a little, "Then Monday lunchtime Drew's mom knocked on the door and asked if I would help her out. Do some painting, a fence in the garden. I felt bad, but she told me, 'shower, come have brunch and paint this afternoon, I would be so grateful.' Not at all like my grandparents who expected chores all the time. It was relaxing, letting my mind wander, painting the fence, letting thoughts come and letting them go. Like active meditation."

I turned so I could see David's face, he was watching avidly. "Then late afternoon I hear the screen door slam and a voice calls out, 'That's what I like to see, a motivated young man making himself useful.'"

"Who was it?" he whispered, his eyes wide.

"Grammy." I watched as emotion spilled down David's cheeks. "She came to take me home. Her and Pops. Drew's mom had called her."

"Oh my God, Armenia," he grabbed the tissues and wiped his face. "You're killing me with this story. What about Drew?"

I gave him a damp smile. "We were fine. He was leaving for a new college thing, I was hitting the circuit. Our lives were already changing. We've always stayed close. Well you know that."

David caught my face in his hands and just looked for a while. Finally nodding with ...

... satisfaction. "You're okay?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry about your grandfather, Armenia."

"I'm sorry too," I admitted. "But they haven't been a part of my life for a long time, and they made their own choices." I smiled when his lips caressed mine tenderly, then found myself tugged to my feet.

"Come on, sweet. Let's tuck you in."

"Sweet?"

"You are."

I was exhausted and cleaned my teeth on automatic. Standing for a moment, forgetting what came next, until David slipped an arm around my waist and led me to the bed.

Undressing me with many, many, drugging kisses and tucking me in. I snuggled, slightly inpatient, as he sat in the bed and tapped at his phone.

"Do you want Drew to come over?"

"No, I'll be fine. Ask him when he and his parents can get to Toledo. We'll meet them there."

He sent the text then placed his phone aside, grabbed a couple of tissues, and turned off the light, rolling me away from him and then pulling me back so I was flush against his chest.

"I want a cuddle," I complained.

"Hmmm, first of all you need to relax." My eyes closed in bliss as his hand slipped around and caught me.

His hand fisted loosely around me. Slow gentle strokes. I could feel myself falling into sleep, even as I hardened under his touch.

"Fuck, it feels so good," I slurred. Shifting against him.

"Just let go," he whispered.

And with a quiet sigh, my eyes fluttering closed, I did.

-X

Several days passed quickly.

Conversations with Grammy and Pops ...