By Barbara Shoff (Key~Stone~Magic)
Arms full of groceries, Jan cradled her cell to her ear with her shoulder and frantically cried, “Help! I need you now!” She left the message as she dropped a shopping bag to the ground. She noticed her hand shaking as she shoved the cell in her pocket and quickly fished the door key from the hollowed out stone in the planter and opened the front door.
Retrieving the shopping bag, she maneuvered through obstacle course pathway in the living room. Magazines and mail fell in her wake as she made her way to the kitchen.
Her cell buzzed. “I’m almost there. Unlock the back door.” She unlocked the door.
Breath. Breath. Jan willed herself as she kept moving, putting away groceries and clearing the counter tops. Just as she finished, the back door opened and John stepped inside.
Suddenly, she was wrapped in his embrace. He tilted her chin up and gave her a long, deep, tongue-searching, passionate kiss. She placed her hands against his chest pushing him back. “Not yet. Follow me.”
John followed Jan, slowing just long enough to hang his suit coat in the closet. Once in the living room, they gazed deeply into each others eyes. They smiled and nodded. The couple moved together in perfect rhythm, temperatures rising, hearts pounding, blood flowing. Twenty minutes later, sweaty and out of breath they embraced a second time.
“Magic.” Jan sighed looking around at the now sparkling clean living room.
The doorbell rang. As John made his way to answer it, he called over his shoulder, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, my mom isn’t going to freak if the house is a mess.”
Arms full of groceries, Jan cradled her cell to her ear with her shoulder and frantically cried, “Help! I need you now!” She left the message as she dropped a shopping bag to the ground. She noticed her hand shaking as she shoved the cell in her pocket and quickly fished the door key from the hollowed out stone in the planter and opened the front door.
Retrieving the shopping bag, she maneuvered through obstacle course pathway in the living room. Magazines and mail fell in her wake as she made her way to the kitchen.
Her cell buzzed. “I’m almost there. Unlock the back door.” She unlocked the door.
Breath. Breath. Jan willed herself as she kept moving, putting away groceries and clearing the counter tops. Just as she finished, the back door opened and John stepped inside.
Suddenly, she was wrapped in his embrace. He tilted her chin up and gave her a long, deep, tongue-searching, passionate kiss. She placed her hands against his chest pushing him back. “Not yet. Follow me.”
John followed Jan, slowing just long enough to hang his suit coat in the closet. Once in the living room, they gazed deeply into each others eyes. They smiled and nodded. The couple moved together in perfect rhythm, temperatures rising, hearts pounding, blood flowing. Twenty minutes later, sweaty and out of breath they embraced a second time.
“Magic.” Jan sighed looking around at the now sparkling clean living room.
The doorbell rang. As John made his way to answer it, he called over his shoulder, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, my mom isn’t going to freak if the house is a mess.”