The Hirondelle by Key Barrett

Author:Key Barrett
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Key Barrett Publishing
Published: 2018-06-29T04:00:00+00:00

THE LONE STAR

The morning broke and Robert did not sneak out of bed as he had every previous time. He still woke up at dawn, but somehow he knew that after the intensity of last night, coupled with today’s farewell that she would appreciate waking up to him. Maybe, just maybe he wanted the extra time with her as well.

He propped himself up a bit with a pillow and watched her sleep. Her back was turned to him and the blanket was down all the way to her waist. For a few minutes he did nothing more than watch her side go up and down with each long breath she took.

He did not want her to leave. He did not want to put three thousand miles and thirty days between them. This version of Alix, the one snoring slightly in bed next to him was something he had never seen or experienced.

She was alive, vibrant and fearless. She had so many defenses, so many locks but they were tumbling fast. And behind every opened door it was like a treasure trove of passion and connection. She admitted things, and he admitted things. He had not shared the story of Rose with anyone for almost twenty years.

This Alix felt wonderful and mercurial. This Alix felt like a permanent vacation. This Alix felt like it couldn’t last and Robert knew it, worried that the woman who had confessed last night that her deepest desire was for Robert to possess her utterly would go back to New York and disappear, drowned in wave after wave of depression, routine and dullness.

This genuinely made Robert’s heart ache. He reached out for her, resting his hand on the roundness of her lovely shoulder. As if on queue, she rolled over into the crux of his arm, her head on his chest, her hair tousled and flopped across him. Her arm spread across him, sliding snake-like to the other side, where it found purchase and wedged its hand in the space between the bed and his back. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh. This is how they spent the rest of the morning.

When they finally got up, time travelled fast. Like all things leading up to an event you don’t want to happen, the space inbetween flew by. They packed up the truck and left the cabin behind. When they approached the washout that so scared her on the original turn up his drive, she prayed that a late night storm made it impassable, but as usual, Pierre made short work of it.

Over breakfast, neither of them had the courage to say what they wanted to, or what they meant. Robert didn’t want to come off as a mental manipulator or a controlling jerk. Alix didn’t want to scare him away or seem clingy. It had only been seven days, and vacation time was coming to an end. So they smiled they shared pleasantries, they made smalltalk. Only the touching didn’t lie. Alix held his coarse hands as often as she could, to commit the feeling to memory.

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