Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... bawl.

She doesn't hate me. She doesn't hate me. She doesn't hate me.

It's such a small thing, but it means so much.

There's a letter.

Wiping my eyes and nose on my sleeve, I carefully tear it open. My eyes blur as I read her careful print:

Dear Sarah

I miss you. I don't feel right without you.

I am so sorry. I didn't mean to disgust you by asking you if you wanted to have sex with me. I realise now that you don't. That's ok.

Wait? What?

I think I'm in love with you. But I understand that you don't feel the same way.

What the fuck!? I have to re-read that line several times. It makes no sense to me. Surely,surely, she has the pronouns the wrong way around?! How is this happening?

You are very important to me. You are the most important person in my life. I will put aside my feelings for you and I promise you that nothing untoward will happen. I understand if you now feel unable to share a bed with me. However, I really hope that we can remain friends. You are my guide and I don't want to live without you.

I feel very sad to think that you will be alone at Christmas, even if you are working. I would really like to speak to you. I hope that you won't stay angry with me for long and that you will call me soon.

I miss you.

Your friend

Samantha

She thinks I'm angry with her! Holy shit, how did I get this so wrong!

I quickly grab my phone. I've ignored 32 messages from her so far. I can't bring myself to read them. I send her a ...

... message instead.

Dear Samantha

Thank you so so much for your letter. It means more to me than any present. I miss you too. My life seems dull and dark without you. I thought you were angry with me. I was never angry with you.

Merry Christmas

Love Sarah

I hear a loud ping from our bedroom.

I freeze. Hot waves run up and down my body under my skin. Surely not?!

I'm tip toeing towards the bedroom door when it opens. She's there in her pjs, hair tousled with sleep, blinking into the light. She's so beautiful, so vulnerable. I stop, hesitate. She's here!

She holds out her arms to me, and I close the few steps between us in a heartbeat and sob into her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," I cry on repeat.

Her arms go round me as she shushes me, whispering white noise into my ear as I cry, the way Dr Alison taught me to soothe her. How our roles have reversed.

"Will you share our bed Sarah?" she asks. Her voice is nervous, hesitant, and that insecurity stabs at me. "I promise not to touch you inappropriately." I almost laugh but it turns into another sob.

"Yes," I choke out.

I wash the worst of the bar smell from me, brush my teeth and join her.

"Can I hold your hand?" she whispers.

"Yes," I reply, as I reach for her. "Merry Christmas Samantha."

"Merry Christmas Sarah."

Palm to palm, finally,finally, I get some sleep.

* * *

I wake up to her smell. Her orange scented shampoo. The musk of her skin. I smile to myself. I feel her warmth next to ...