“Close your eyes, lay back and put yourself in my hands for the next thirty minutes,” Sam’s gentle voice requested.
Lace’s stomach knotted and she fought down the giggles that had popped up frequently during the last hour of their phone call. “If I do that I might fall asleep,” she said softly, suddenly nervous.
It had only been a month since she’d met Sam, but that time had carried her an unknown realm far beyond anything she’d ever dreamt of. They flirted and traded observations and innuendoes, on the same page on so many levels. It was as if they’d known each other forever. They even agreed the pottery making scene in the movie Ghost was a major turn-on.
“No way will you fall asleep. Are you all wrapped up and warm?”
“Yes,” she breathed, looking down through the semi-darkness at the old quilt covering her from chin to toes.
She’d turned out the lights and stretched out on the couch, but the streetlight across the road offered plenty of light to see by. With a winter storm raging outside, she’d been chilled all day, even now wearing a warm cardigan over her oversized sleep shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. She’d taken her socks off earlier when they began to bother her.
Her sleep shirt was nothing fancy, just an old T-shirt faded from black to medium gray from many washes. Nowadays she could barely read the phrase “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space,” printed on the back. That saying was why she’d bought the shirt. She wanted to remind herself to be brave, take chances and outgrow her past.
The shirt had become a comfortable old friend, perfect for lounging around in. No one had ever seen it. Maybe it was time to go shopping for a new nightshirt, something sexy and frilly. Something that wasn’t four sizes too big. Something she wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen in.
“Now we’re going to relax your bones.”
Lace clutched the cell phone to her ear as his gentle voice hypnotized her. His soft words carried her out of herself and her little house to a place where they were together, at least in their imaginations.
“I’m blindfolded and hungry for something sweet. Have you placed the M&Ms?”