Chapter 25 Confession By Bonfire
Confession By Bonfire
ELI
I made her a bonfire. I’ve never made one before in my entire existence, but she said she wanted marshmallows. I had no heart to say no. And it was just sitting there waiting to be used, and I suddenly wanted her to be the first.
I grab a blanket and wrap it around her shoulders outside on the balcony, and sit across from her.
It feels like things just got personal, but I don’t know why. I don’t know what to say to her or what to do, and my reactions are always wrong.
How does a person go about asking another after they’ve already slept together, to be more? To try more? Because that’s what I want, despite knowing what the ramifications could be.
Will be.
I refuse to call Gabe because his advice is the worst, and all he does is give me shit.
Maybe M? My new therapist? Marvin? I don’t know. So I sit there and watch her roast her marshmallow and grin like she’s never done it before.
Maybe she hasn’t? I’m almost afraid to ask because she seems to get angry when things get personal.
"So…” I try anyway.
“Have you ever done this?”
Her face falls. What is this cracking in my chest feeling? What is this need to make it better?
“Not that I know of. Though I do remember one time being in the woods when I was young, I was playing tag, I ran, got chased, fell and scraped my knee, but that’s about it.”
I frown, that’s pretty descriptive for not knowing one’s own past. I remember the woods. I loved them. I loved the rain.
“How old were you?”
She shrugs like her memories don’t matter.
“No idea.”
I nod and tuck it away. What woods? Where? So many questions I should not even be asking an employee I have a full moon sex contract with.
Wow, when I say it that way in my head, it’s so much worse.
I grab my own marshmallow to distract myself and put it on the roaster, then show her how to do it right.
“You have to turn it just above the flame, let it heat and son of a bitch!” My marshmallow catches on a raging fire immediately. I panic. She rolls her eyes, grabs the stick, and then shoves it back into the fire.
“Oh.”
"You can’t just fling raging mallows!”
I smirk.
“Should we make a t-shirt for Gabe that says that?”
She bursts out laughing.
“The sad part is I think he would actually wear it and probably on casual Friday.”
“We have casual Friday?” I ask.
She gives me a teasing shove.
“Maybe if you weren’t so grumpy, you’d know that about your own company.”
I pout.
“I’m not grumpy, I’m focused.”
"Mmm, well at least during sex you’re focused.”
I do a double take.
“You really think so?”
She leans in and licks her fingers.
“Does your ego really need that much of a boost with a dick that big?”
"Yes. Absolutely.” I grin.
She shoves me again and grabs another marshmallow.
“So tomorrow, you’ll go back to being an overbearing asshole I’m one hundred percent not attracted to?”
“Yes.” I nod, even though I want to say no. She has to know I’m protecting her as much as I can.
“And you’ll go back to being my assistant, nothing more, a mere speck in the cog of the company.”
“I hate the word cog.”
“I do too. I instantly regretted it.”
She bursts out laughing.
“Well, at least we’re in agreement on that, I’ll make sure to leave it out of all the press releases I type up for you.”
She’s smiling at the fire, laughing. I could stay here forever, but I need her, I want her.
I tug off her blanket and pull her onto my lap.
She leans back against me, her head on my shoulder, her body relaxed against mine.
Sure, yes, moon sex, that’s all this is.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.
She grabs my hand and holds it.
Sure, nothing more.