The Weight of Blood by D.B. Carew

Author:D.B. Carew [Carew, D.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988732930
Publisher: NeWest Press
Published: 2020-06-02T00:00:00+00:00

Upon spotting Stephanie at the coffee shop, he gave her an extended kiss and a warm hug. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

After ordering a latte for her and a strong dark roast for him, he updated her on his eventful past few days. Stephanie provided a supportive ear and a comforting shoulder for him to lean on. “We’ll get through this, Chris.”

As he listened to Stephanie and watched as her eyes crinkled when she smiled, Chris started to feel desire for her simmering inside him. And from the way Stephanie’s leg casually caressed his, he realized she had similar feelings. Leaving most of their drinks behind, they raced to Chris’ apartment and made love. Afterwards, they lay silently in each other’s arms.

“You need a plant in here,” Stephanie finally said with a smile as she looked around the lifeless apartment.

“That’s the first thing that comes to your mind?” he responded, pretending to be hurt.

“It’s such a guy’s place. Futon, TV, fridge,” she continued, playfully ignoring him. “I’ll bet there’s nothing in your fridge except leftover pizza and beer.”

“I’d be lucky if I had pizza. I admit, though, your place is nicer.”

“It’s tidier, too.” She looked around. “Your futon doesn’t even sleep two, at least not comfortably.”

“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.”

“We weren’t sleeping,” she said with a grin. “Guess I’ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

“Is that a hint?” He suspected she was talking about them getting a place together.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

“And?”

“And ... I’m still thinking. I agree, though, I don’t want to rush things.”

Chris pulled her closer. “We can take however long we need.”

They dressed, ordered Chinese food, and spent the remainder of the evening binge-watching a new series on Netflix, huddled in each other’s arms.

Stephanie broke their reverie. “When do you want to meet up tomorrow?”

Thinking about the funeral opened a pit in Chris’ stomach. “Noon. I’ll call before heading over,” he said solemnly.

Stephanie picked up on his changed mood. “Are you going to be okay tonight? I can stay and keep you company.”

“I’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay. Even though my futon doesn’t compare to your bed.”

“I do like my bed,” she said, kissing his forehead. “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll get through it together.”

He nodded and walked Stephanie to her car.

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