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Chapter 2 - Turn The Light Off
“Turn the light off.”
“I did already.”
“Turn the damn light off, Marsh ! Don’t think I’m dumb because I’m blind.”
Reluctantly, Marshall closed the blinds and shut the lights of his bedroom off. She always knew.
“How do you do that ?”
She shrugged, sitting up. “I don’t know. I feel it.”
The room couldn’t have been darker, but still he could see her form beside him on the bed. She was turned slightly towards him, her hands on either side of her. Her blond hair was falling on her shoulder, the soft tendrils framing her face.
He put a hand on her face and lightly caressed her face with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, her cheek in his palm.
“What does I look like, Marsh ?” the question was whispered in the darkness of the room, but it came to him like a harsh slap.
“You know how you look like. You saw yourself before…before the accident.”
“I changed since. I know I changed. I want to know. I want to know if you find me beautiful or not.”
“You’re beautiful. Oh God how beautiful you are, Heather !”
“Tell me.”
She lay down, putting a hand under her head. He followed her lead, putting his head on her stomach. She smiled while playing with his blonde locks.
“You’ve got long, curly blonde hair, that glows around you when you’re walking in the sun. It falls on your forehead when you’re sleeping, that’s incredibly cute. You’ve got soft features, round and full. You’ve got the sweetest smile ever! And dimples on your cheeks, that are so sexy. You’ve got amazing luscious lips. You’ve got the softest skin that I ever touched, so rosy and fresh looking. You’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. So blue and gorgeous…so full.”
A single tear escaped them as he finished, and he pushed it away with a finger. “I love you, Heather.”
**
Winning her back had been a time-consuming job, but Marshall had been determined. Make her realize he was so sorry he couldn’t look at himself anymore had been hard because well…he couldn’t say it like that. He couldn’t say to her he was ashamed with himself, because that wouldn’t serve his cause…that wouldn’t change anything. So he did his best, with letters, recordings, and his words to her, when she accepted to talk to him.
She accepted his apologies, but then the massive work began. He had to make her trust him again. He had to make her love him again…for the real him. He introduced her to the guys, he read her the lyrics he had written, he made her discover his world.
And she loved it. She loved every aspect of what was his life, and he cursed himself all the time for not showing it to her sooner.
He didn’t want to lose anymore time, with her. He had felt like he had lost his life when she walked away from him on that day. But now she was back and he was holding on to her, as he promised to himself and to her. He wasn’t going to let go. Never again.
**
A sharp intake of breath could be heard in the room as a hand sneaked it’s way across a muscled torso and lower…tickled down a belly-button and lower…and lower…
“I can’t see you…but how God I love to feel you.”
“It’s not like there’s much to see, ya know.” Marshall joked, but soon stopped laughing as her hand moved even lower.
“Don’t say that…from what I can touch, smell, and taste, there’s lots.”
Marshall moaned as a movement of her hand and closed his eyes. Bringing her head closer to his, he captured her lips in a heated kiss, which to she answered eagerly.
When she pulled away, she giggled. “You know, it’s the morning…I think your friends are waiting for you.”
“Why should I care ? I spent decades waiting for Deshaun, Bizarre, or Denine…and, who needs the world when I got you ?”
She smiled that unreadable smile that he both loved and hated, snuggled closer to him. “I love you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
“I do know why. I’m the best guy in the whole world.”
“You wish.”
He giggled, and tickled her down to the mattress. “What ? Aren’t you agreeing ?”
He stopped when she just laughed but didn’t answer. “I love you too.”
“I know.”... to be continued
Author: morvan_e@hotmail.com
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