Road To Eden
chapter ten

It was just after dinner that my cell phone rang. I was actually praying that it was DeLorean – I needed to see her. There was this burning in me, and it was only going to be relieved when I got to touch her again, hold her, kiss her. I excused myself from the living room and went into the spare bedroom. I was actually sweating because I was anticipating her call so much. It was like life or death.


“Hey,” she said happily. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing. I was just sitting in the living room thinking about you. What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she replied. “Are you busy?” Am I busy? The truth was yes, but I said no. There was no way I was going to give up going to see her. I needed to have physical contact, and soon before I went crazy. And, yeah, it was extremely risky, but…

“Not busy at all,” I said.

“Wanna come visit me?” She asked seductively.

“Ohhh yeah, I definitely do.” I replied. “When do you want me there?”

“As soon as possible?”

“I’m there.” I said. “Love you,” I said quietly.

“I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay. See you soon.” I hung up my phone, grabbed my jacked and pulled it on, and tore down the hallway.

“Where’re you going?” Natalie asked me, looking up from all the children around her touching her stomach.

“I need to go help a friend.” I lied. I turned to Isaac. “Can you drive her home later?”

“Sure,” he said unsurely, looking at my parents, and then at me.

“Taylor,” Natalie started to get up, doing so awkwardly. “It can’t be that important.”

“It is. Let’s not argue about this, okay? Ike will bring you home later.” I started for the door.

“What time will you be home?”

“I don’t know!” I snapped. I was in a hurry. “Can you quit it, please, with the interrogation?”

“Well excuse me for wanting to know what time you’ll be home, seeing as you’re ditching me, and leaving your big brother to drive me home!” She shouted back.

“I’m not going to stand here and argue with you! I don’t have to be with you all the time, you’re a big girl, and you can take care of yourself! You don’t need me to hold your hand on the ride home!”

“Taylor –“ my Mother started, but my Father shook his head. He knew this wasn’t their fight.

“Damn it, Taylor! What the hell is your problem lately! You’re never around!”

“Oh Jesus Christ, Natalie. You knew what this was going to be like – “

“For your job! You’re not going to work, Taylor!”

“You are not my babysitter! I don’t have to report to you where I’m going, and I don’t need your goddamn permission! Just drop it, all right?!” I don’t think we’d ever fought in front of my parents before. And by the looks on everyone’s faces, they weren’t expecting it.

“If you walk out that door, Taylor, you can stay out tonight!”

“Is that supposed to bother me?” I know that was a really low blow, but it was out before I could stop it.

“I don’t know, should it?”

“It doesn’t. I have somewhere else to go.” I opened the front door, and started out.

“Are you seeing someone?” Her question made me stop, her shout echoing out into the night. I turned around, and lied right to her face.

“You have a lot of issues you need to deal with. Just because all my attention isn’t focused on you, doesn’t mean that I’ve found someone else.”

“If you didn’t want to marry me, Taylor – “

“Natalie! Just fucking drop it! I’m leaving to go see my friend, I’ll be home when I fucking get home, all right?!” I nearly ran to my car. From the driver’s seat I could see my Mother put her arm around Natalie’s shoulders and lead her back in the house, crying. Maybe I said a lot of things that I shouldn’t have, but what was done, was done. I peeled out of the driveway, and drove off.

When I reached DeLorean’s house, all the lights were off except the one in the living room. I made my way up the steps two at a time. I knocked on the front door; she opened it, and pulled me inside. As soon as the door was closed our mouths were locked in an intense kiss. Breathing hard, we finally broke apart.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.” She said to me, a small smile on her lips.

“Good. I’ve wanted you to, too.” She reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah,” I answered, and could see the disappointment in her face. “But, I have a fast metabolism. I’m hungry again, if you’re offering…”

“I am. I was cooking when I called you,” she said, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. She turned the light on, and had me sit in a chair. “It’s nothing huge; just some pasta and homemade sauce.”

“Aw, I love homemade anything. What kind of sauce?”

“Red wine sauce,” she answered, stirring something I hadn’t noticed was even cooking until she went over to the stove. “Where were you when I called?”

“My folks’,” I replied. She turned to look at me, question in her eyes. I held up a hand and shook my head. “Don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” she smiled, coming over to me; she leaned down and kissed me, and when she went to walk away I pulled her into my lap, succeeding in getting laughter from her. I kissed her deeply once more before I let her up.

After about twenty minutes, maybe half an hour, we were sitting down eating fettuccini with red wine sauce, and drinking red wine with it. We talked and ate, and drank for a good while, long enough that I’d had enough wine to feel light headed and feel the flush in my cheeks.

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand and leading me from the table.

“Where are we going?” I asked, gently squeezing her hand.

“My room. You’re really tense, so I’m going to give you a massage,” she said. I looked at her, impressed.

“Then what?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” She smiled and kissed my lips. She tasted uniquely like herself, and red wine. It was amazing, and made my head dizzier than it already was.

When we got up to her room I wasn’t surprised by the simple elegant style. It was painted a soft cream colour, her bedspread was pale blue, and her linen sheets the same. Everything was soft colours. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Come on,” she said to me, “take your shirt off and get on the bed.”

“I wish I could hear you say that to me all the time,” I grinned.

“Ha-ha. Shut up,” she smiled. “Do as you’re told.”

“Yes Mommy,” I joked. I pulled my shirt over my head and flopped on my stomach on her bed. She sat on her knees beside me and began to knead my knotted muscles. “Aww,” I groaned. “That feels great.”

“Good.” She kissed my neck. I let her go on, massaging the muscles in my back and neck – I hadn’t even realized I was so tense until her rigorous massage had started. I had enjoyed the back rub long enough, and turned over. She had been straddling the small of my back, and was now straddling my waist. She just sat there for a minute, my hands on her waist, and we just stared at each other. Whatever needed to be said was said silently through our eyes. She bent down and kissed me, and needless to say, it was a serious turn on.

“Stay tonight,” she whispered to me.

“I planned on it,” I whispered back. Our clothing was dispersed onto the floor, and we made our way beneath the blankets on her bed. I don’t even remember how long, or how many times we made love that night. But it was one of the best nights of my life.

chapter eleven
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