by Emery, Lynn
“Guess I’ll go in.” Savannah put her hand on the door handle.
“Wait. We haven’t had a chance to really talk. I know I’ve made some mistakes. Even though I acted so— stupid, I still care about you very much. What I mean is, I love you, Savannah.”
“Me too.”
“But I guess after everything that’s happened, it might be a good idea to take it slow?” Paul asked, looking to take her lead.
“Maybe we should. I mean, talk about some of the things that made us act the way we did.” Savannah fiddled with her purse strap.
“Sure. I, uh, could learn to open up and share my feelings more.” Paul’s fingers traced an invisible line around the rim of the steering wheel.
“And I could be more willing to trust maybe, not so quick to judge.” Savannah moved a little closer to him.
“I could let my guard down more, too.” Paul’s hand covered hers.
“This is a good start. Not moving too fast.” Savannah’s eyes searched his face.
“I agree.”
“See you later?” Savannah eyes searched his face.
“Yeah, later,” Paul replied.
“Bye.” Savannah did not make a move to leave but instead moved closer.
“Bye.” Paul leaned towards her.
*****
A few hours later Savannah and Paul lay on the king-sized bed at the Hilton Hotel in Lafayette. Champagne chilled in a silver bucket on a table. Two tall champagne glasses had a large strawberry in each. The remains of their meal sat on fine China plates as well. The wide screen television in their luxury suite played out the drama that had taken place in tiny Beau Chene. For once a small town had pushed aside big city news.
“Wow,” Paul said. He used the remote to turn off the local news. “Kyle Singleton arrested for killing Claude, and Quentin ratting him out. Do you think Kyle acted alone without Quentin knowing?”Savannah shook her head. “I know that Quentin has the best defense team in the south. Kyle is going to prison, especially with the blood trace evidence found in his Lexus.”
“Damn. You couldn’t make this stuff up.” Paul frowned
“Let’s put on some music and wash away that ugliness with more champagne. What a wonderful idea.” Savannah wriggled against him as Paul wrapped his arm around her. Head tilted back, she moaned softly as his lips found hers.
“Great way to celebrate our engagement.” Paul mumbled.
“I have to agree.”
“Besides, it was the only considerate thing to do. It was bad enough we woke up your father and aunt at three thirty in morning to tell them the good news, but to have you go home so late bumping around the house? That would only disturb them further.” Paul spoke between kissing her face, neck, and, after pulling her blouse over her head, her shoulders.
“So, checking into a fancy hotel is really for them.” Savannah began to unbutton his shirt.
“Absolutely.” Paul unhooked her bra.
“For their own good.”
“They need their rest.”
“That’s what I love about you. You’re so unselfish.” Savannah began walking backwards to the bed pulling him with her.
“That’s the kind of guy I am,” Paul said, his body covering hers as they slipped down onto the bedspread.
The End
About the Author
Mix knowledge of voodoo, Louisiana politics and forensic social work with the dedication to write fiction while working each day as a clinical social worker, and you get a snapshot of author Lynn Emery. Lynn has been a contributing consultant to the magazine Today’s Black Woman on three articles about contemporary relationships between black men and women.
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