Cherie – Chapter 37 – Four to Eight – Part Two

Cherie talked to her sister about bringing me to Thanksgiving. That’s a world away, but I want to go. Cherie says not the full family, because she doesn’t want to drive me away, but I’m fine with whatever. I love her and I’ll bite that apple and be glorious and charming. (As long as her retired Navy officer dad is cool with an older white guy loving his hot daughter)

I think he’ll be happy that she has chosen well and I’m good to her.

We leave Mix and walk back to the house.

We get to the bat cave and we go back to my bedroom. She notices that since the last time she was here she said she like Twix an York Peppermint Patties. I now have them in a little basket on her side of the bed.

Guys, It’s these little things you have to do to let your lady know you listen to her and love her. If there is a little thing she loves, Do it!

It’s a big deal to them. It’s a little bag of candy. It’s a coffee. Do it. Huge payoff. She’ll know you heard her and made a special trip to the store to please her. She may not even partake in the gift, but the fact that you heard her and made a special trip to the store to get her something she likes goes a long away.

That’s tiny romance, with a huge payoff, lads.

I got baby until tomorrow, so I’m taking my time. Hanging in bed with her, and chatting. I’m trying to be good, but I want her. But there is plenty of time. We’ve got all night. I’m just happy to be holding her and kissing her sweet lips.

I joke that she always says that because our time is so limited that she always ends up “nekkid on her back” I want to just hang with her for a bit and chat.

Cherie says that she wants me to take her jeans off and get down to business.

I’m always compliant.

And so is Cherie.

So magic ensues. It’s always amazing. That’s the only way I can describe it. I love her. I devour her. I am honored to worship at the temple of Cherie. She’s beautiful and perfect. There is no real perfection, But our machine runs like a Swiss watch made of flesh.

The window is open. My neighbors get the honor of hearing what it feels like to be alive and in absolute love. This is what real life sounds like. Go ahead. Turn a hose on us.

You all want this.

Everybody wants this ethereal magic. This celebration of the only possession we came into the world with that we choose to share with someone we love.

That’s it. When Joe Perry hits that screaming high note in “Train kept a Rollin’, That’s the moment.

Later, I’m laying back on my bed with my fresh royal blue sheets, and she is ripping into a Twix.

“So I’ll set the alarm for 6:30am tomorrow so we can get up maybe go again and then breakfast at Midtown Diner?”

“What?”

“Yea, we can fool around whenever you choose over the next 10 hours but I’ll get you fed ,and up and out in time for your train tomorrow morning.”

“When I said I had to be on an 8:30 train, I meant tonight.”

“Wait. What?”

“Oh my God. I feel like and asshole.”

“What?”

“I have to leave tonight. I have to be on a train at 8:30 tonight.”

“But usually when you come down you stay the night and you leave the next morning.”

“I know, and I know it’s been three weeks, but I know I could come down here on Sunday just to see for a few hours. That’s why I was wondering why you took me out for pizza. I thought you would just bring me home and fuck me.”

“Aww jeezuss honey. I thought we had all night so I wanted to feed you so you wouldn’t feel like you were just the nekkid girl always on your back lately with me. I know we love that and so do I, but I figured I had some time with you and we could at least share a meal together.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry, I feel like such an asshole.”

“No honey, it’s just a miscommunication. You didn’t know. Remember what we said about assuming? We make an ass of you and me.”

She almost looked like she was starting to cry.

I can’t have that with my beloved Cherie.

This is what makes her the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with.

(Yea, I fuckin’ said that.)

She’s lying naked in bed with me. This gorgeous delicious baby. I adore her and am sometimes dumbfounded that she would even be attracted to a middle-aged white dude that is on the precipice of greatness or failure. (Apparently I carry a bag of charm with me)

“Oh my God, I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“Honey it’s okay. It’s just a miscommunication. I understand. I just assumed you were staying the night because you said 8:30 train. I just assumed tomorrow morning like always.

“I have to get my kid off to school and then I have to go to school and work.”

She was visually upset. She was so disappointed in herself for failing me I could feel it. It was a visceral moment. It showed me that she felt her confused struggling life had leaked over into our life.

But it hadn’t. I wouldn’t have to take melatonin or sleep meds to sleep because she would pass out after our marathon lovemaking at 8:30pm and I would be wide until midnight. I wouldn’t be reading articles on the internet because I was so wired from our sex and just on a different schedule than this neuroscience major mom.

I reassured her I was fine with the misunderstanding. She was upset. She had felt like she had failed me.

I’ve never experienced this sort of heartfelt charity in a girlfriend.

She can never fail me, because I am so grateful this wonderful woman is in my life.

But she doesn’t understand.

I am so grateful that she has chosen to love me, she can do no wrong.

She sees it as a failure. She loves me and doesn’t want to disappoint me or fail me.

Cherie really loves me. I know it.

I continue to reassure and joke with her.

It’s really okay. I am honored I had the time with her that I had. I love her so much.

I love her more for her critical thinking and heartfelt response.

She’ll go home thinking she failed me, but she hasn’t. She’s actually made it stronger and better, because she cares for me so much she got so upset that she thought she had failed me.

Cherie can’t fail me. Like Michelle couldn’t fail me. I’ve never been angry with either of them.

I can never sustain anger for girl I really and truly love no matter what they do.

If you really love someone, sometimes mistakes just bring you closer.

Can’t wait to see her again to see “Pirates of the Caribbean 5 this weekend!

Ain’t love grand?

 

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