Thursday, November 22, 2012
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Traditional Sweet Potato Pie
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
“I love you”, Rachel thought to herself as she moved the curtain aside and looked out the window. The uninvited thought nearly sent her to her knees. She looked out at the dimly lit street below from her third floor apartment. She had loved him forever and if she ever got up the guts to just tell him, this was going to change everything.
“Jim… do you believe in love for a lifetime?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, right… and I just saw a leprechaun riding a one-eyed cat.” Jim said, trying to make light of the question. Yeah, I do believe in love, he thought. But he was supposed to be her friend. Just being around her, he knew he didn’t want just a platonic friendship. He wanted her. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. He had kept his silence for five long years. If she had the slightest inkling of how he felt about her, he was sure she’d run for the hills. They had been close friends for years. They had seen each other through good and bad times while each of them were in other relationships, but either of them had never committed themselves. Sure, he had had his fill of one-night-stands, while Rachel had moaned and groaned over whatever knucklehead she was infatuated with at the time, and then moved on to the next one after that. He knew she hadn’t slept with any of them – actually he was glad of it… otherwise she would have told him – after all, they were best friends. Didn’t she have any idea about how he felt about her? Did she even wonder about the way he looked at her, when she caught him staring?
Rachel could feel the heavy tension in the room. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could swear she could feel him staring at her. Which she had caught him doing quite a lot lately.
“Yeah?” It was so easy for his attention to be drawn to her lips. She had a mouth that begged to be kissed.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Sure.” He said. He was staring at her.
“What do you want for dinner?” She asked nervously and acting unusually cheerful.
You, he thought. “It doesn’t matter,” he said.
“In that case, I’ll just order a pizza. Is there anything special you’d like for dessert?”
The same thing I’d like for dinner, he thought. “No,” he said fighting down the instant, roaring demands of his body.
“You’re awfully agreeable this evening”, she replied. Jim seemed distracted and had been looking at her oddly. She watched him… wishing she knew what he was thinking. She flipped open her cell phone and speed dialed the pizza delivery number she had already programmed into the address book. Jim was looking the other way just then… she watched him… he was gorgeous and she wanted him with every fiber of her being… The frustration of not being able to tell him how she felt was growing more and more every day.
She heard a voice on the other end of the receiver, “Pizza Bug… will that be delivery or pickup?”
“Pickup-” Rachel had looked back in Jim’s direction. He had gotten up from the sofa and was standing looking at her.
“Rachel… put down the phone,” Jim said achingly, “come here.”
“I… I was about to order the pizza…” she looked at him wide-eyed.
“Just put down the phone and come here,” he repeated hoarsely.
The raw emotion in his voice finally registered on Rachel. “O... okay...” Rachel closed the phone and set it down on the table… It seemed like it took forever for her to walk the few steps it took to stand in front of him. “Jim… is there something wrong?” she was holding her breath, thinking that what she was feeling and what was finally happening couldn’t be true. Maybe she was getting the messages mixed up… or, after all these years, he’s like every other guy… a jerk.
Rachel walked slowly forward and found herself wrapped in a crushing embrace. His mouth opened over hers, slanting back and forth in a fierce, wildly arousing kiss that sent heat racing through her. She felt the intimate, rising pressure of his body against hers as his hands stroked possessively over her back, down her sides and near her breasts, igniting the flames of need wherever he touched her.
“Rachel,” he breathed in a ragged whisper, sliding his lips down her neck sending shivers of delight up her spine. “Rachel, I love you,” he repeated achingly and buried his lips on hers again. He kissed her slowly, deeply, and then with urgent hunger, running his hands down her sides, cupping her bottom and pulling her tightly against his hard arousal, wringing a moan of pure, primitive desire from her.“I love you too.”