Davie slept only fitfully through the night. It hadn't taken her long to realize that this was the first time she was sleeping without Adam by her side since he had come home from the hospital.
By the time the morning sun cast enough light, Davie got up as quietly as possible and changed into her jeans and a man's flannel shirt. She carried her loafers to the door. Davie tiptoed downstairs.
Everyone in the house was asleep.
She opened the door to Adam's room and peeked in.
"I must have finally fallen asleep…" He whispered from the couch which was made up like a bed. "I'm having a wonderful dream. You're here."
"Good morning." She hurried in and kissed him. "Get up, come with me."
She smiled seductively. "Trust me."
Davie waited silently in the kitchen. It didn't take long before Adam was by her side wearing jeans, T-shirt and sneakers.
"Come on." She took his hand and led him outside through the kitchen door.
It was chilly, a layer of frost covered the ground. They moved quickly along the side of the building until they came to a door. Davie pulled the door open slowly to minimize the squeak of the hinges and pulled Adam inside with her.
"What is this place?" He asked.
She had pulled the door closed behind them. A small dirty glass pane above the door let in just enough light to see the small cubicle. An old wash basin hung off the wall; it had obviously not been used for a long time.
"I think it was originally meant to be a laundry room. When I was a kid it was my secret playhouse." She put her arms around him in the tight quarters and kissed him.
"Mmm, good morning." He held her and kissed her back. "I missed you all night."
"I know." She slid her hands under his T-shirt. "Show me how much."
He nipped at her ear lobe with his teeth and caressed her through her shirt. "How did I ever manage to get so lucky to tap into all this passion you have bottled up?"
His breathing quickened when he felt the erect nub through the flannel. "No bra?" He stepped back and made a show of unbuttoning her shirt. Adam weighed her rounded breasts with his hands and bent to suckle each one in turn.
Davie ran her fingers through his hair as she held him tightly against her.
He backed her against a wall and knelt before her. He placed tiny kisses on her belly as he unsnapped her jeans to pull them down her hips and legs. Once again, he realized that she had worn no underwear and he felt his pulse racing. Kneeling before her, he tasted every part of her as she was exposed to him.
"Oh, Adam." Davie's breath was coming in short spurts as she felt his very intimate kisses on the inside of her thighs.
Courage of the Heart by Chelle Cordero