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

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... me, under me. The heat of her arms over my back. Are we cuddling?

I blink open my eyes. I see the line of her jaw, the skin of her neck, the flesh of her upper chest where it peeks out from her pjs. I'm snuggled into her, almost lying on her front, my right leg and right arm thrown over her. I've dreamed of this. Despite myself, I tense.

"Sarah?" she whispers, "are you awake?"

"Yes," I breathe back.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

"Is this ok? Holding you like this?"

"Yes," I reply. I don't want this moment to end.

We lie there for ages. Not moving. Not speaking. Just holding one another. I listen to her breathing, her heartbeat. I revel in her smell. The feel of her body, the rise and fall of her chest which brings exquisite gentle presses against me.

I could spend the day here. I doze.

Eventually she speaks.

"I'm sorry I misunderstood what it means that you hug me in the mornings," Samantha says.

"This isn't hugging Samantha," I say dreamily, "this is cuddling."

"Oh." There is a pause. "Well, I'm sorry I misunderstood what it means that you cuddle me in the mornings."

Now that I'm listening properly there are several things I don't understand about this sentence.

"What do you mean by "I cuddle you in the mornings"?" I ask. "You're always awake and up way before I am."

"I know," she says, "but I always wake up with your arms around me."

"I don't understand," I'm wide awake now, yet more confused.

She doesn't say ...

... anything. Of course: I didn't ask a question. "Samantha, what do you mean by waking up with my arms around you? How often?"

"For the last six weeks, I've woken up every morning to find you cuddling me. I really liked it. I still like it. But I misunderstood it. I thought it meant that you desired me sexually. It was a puzzle. But then Dr Alison helped me realise that the puzzle wasn't about whether you desired me sexually, but whether I desired you sexually."

I hold my breath. I want her to say more.

She doesn't.

I'm about to ask but of course her phone would start ringing at this point. Of course it would.

"Hello Mum," I hear her say.

Obviously, I listen in.

"Merry Christmas to you too.... Yes, she's here.... Yes, she's ok... I'm ok too."

Even I can hear the huge sigh of relief and loudThank goodness Rachael gives over the phone.

"I don't know.... yes , I'll ask her," she turns to me, "What time are you working today, Sarah?"

Oh, right, yeah, it's Christmas. "Umm, I'm not actually working anymore. I thought I might be, but I'm not now."

"Ok," she turns back to the phone, "Mum, Sarah says she's not working now.... Ok... Sarah, Mum wants to speak to you," she passes me the phone. I gulp and nearly drop it when I take it.

"Hello?"

Merry Christmas Sarah dear! Oh, I'm so glad you're safe. We were all so worried.

"Merry Christmas. Look, I'm really sorry, please let me-"

No, no, none of that, she briskly cuts me off,right, if you aren't ...