“Well, I am going to get my hopes up,” I told him, “and that’s where they’re going to stay. I’m going to talk to Matt about the future and how great his life is going to be when he gets out of the hospital. I’m going to spend every minute with him and make plans for next year, and the year after that.”
Another pause. “What kind of plans?” Peter asked.
I looked up at the ceiling as a wave of sadness washed over me. How was I supposed to say this over the phone? How could I tell Peter how I truly felt? He was going to be crushed.
“I don’t know, exactly,” I replied. Not because I was trying to spare his feelings, but because it was the truth. Matt had never been the sort of person to stay in one place for very long. He was a wanderer – or at least he had been up until this point in his life. With or without the surgery, I knew the future would be uncertain. I couldn’t be sure that he would give me his whole heart forever or get down on one knee and propose.
But did I even want that? Wasn’t that part of the problem in my relationship with Peter? He was ready to say I do, while I was having doubts and feeling as if I was suffocating.
Knowing, however, that Peter deserved a better answer than the one I had just given, I cleared my throat and continued. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I can’t lie to you. I have feelings for Matt. I’ve always had feelings for him and I need to be with him right now.”
I heard the chair creak in his office, then he got up and closed the door.
“I don’t understand. What are you saying?”
I took another deep breath. “I’m saying that I need my freedom so that I can spend time with him.”
He scoffed. “Is this what I think it is? We’re breaking up? Is that what this phone call is really about?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” His anger made me jump. “Have you lost your mind? You’ve spent two days with this guy and all of a sudden you want to throw away something we’ve had since we were kids? We’re supposed to get married. We’ve been in a relationship for almost five years. I think you better put some more thought into this, Cora. He’s not reliable, and besides, he could be dead in a month.”
“Peter!” I couldn’t listen to those words. I knew he was hurt and angry, but that was crossing the line.
And I most certainly had put thought into this. I had thought about it my entire life. Even while we were apart, Matt was always there, living in my heart. I had missed him and longed for him, and it didn’t matter how much time we had left. Even if it was going to be brief, I had to take it.
I hoped, of course, that it would not be brief. I wanted to be with Matt until I drew my last breath.
The surgery was going to be a success. That’s what I told myself over and over, and when he recovered, everything was going to be different. We were going to make up for lost time.
Peter was wrong about Matt. In every possible way.
Chapter Forty-one
The phone call with Peter did not end well. He wanted to know how much time I had spent with Matt, and if we had kissed or “done anything.”
I told him the truth, that yes, we had kissed and held hands.
Peter didn’t say anything right away, but I heard the stress in his breathing. Then he told me he never wanted to see my face or hear my voice again. He hung up without saying good-bye.
I went back to my room and cried for a while, and wondered if he was right. Maybe I had lost my mind. I remembered how Matt had treated me in the car on the way back from Marblehead, when he had shut me out with such ice-cold derision.
Peter had never treated me that way. We had never hurt each other, nor had we ever argued heatedly about anything. At least not until today.
A short while, later I dragged myself up off the bed and returned to the phone booth to drop another coin into the slot. This time I would tell my parents about Matt’s illness and explain how I had just broken Peter’s heart and ended our unofficial engagement. I suspected they weren’t going to be happy about it either. And I was right. They were very sorry to hear about Matt’s diagnosis, but they were deeply confused and bewildered by my decision to end things with Peter, for he had become an important part of our family. They adored him, and they were concerned for me.
o0o
Over the next five days, Matt and I spent every possible waking moment together. He wouldn’t let me skip any classes, so he dropped me off five minutes before each class and was there outside the building waiting for me when I came out.
If I had assignments or papers to write, he took me to the library, sat next to me and worked on finishing his own book while I studied or researched.
I won’t say it was easy. I had no interest in anthropology while he was sitting across a table from me, looking more handsome and appealing than any man had a right to be. He was quite a distraction, and if I wasn’t simply marveling at how attractive he was, I was worrying about that tumor in his brain and dreading the operation and everything he would have to endure before he recovered.
Or what if this was it? I wondered miserably. What if he didn’t survive and these were our last days together?
Was he afraid? I was, but I couldn’t let him know it. Whenever my thoughts ventured into those disturbing territories, I took hold of my heart with a firm hand and redirected my thinking. A simple smile from Matt was usually enough to calm me. That’s when I realized I could hide nothing from him. Somehow he always sensed when I was afraid. His gaze would lift from the pages of his notebook. In those moments he would kiss my hand or my cheek, and reassure me without ever speaking a word.
We were connected to each other. We always would be. No matter what happened, I knew that nothing about our relationship would be brief.
o0o
I dreamed, on the fifth night, that I was walking through the forest at dusk. An owl hooted somewhere nearby. A thick layer of amber-colored pine needles carpeted the ground, and I could feel them snap and break beneath my feet as I meandered through the trees. I could hear the whispery rush of the sea from somewhere beyond my little grove. I could smell the saltiness, feel the chill of a fog bank rolling in…
Everything was still all around me, and suddenly I grew frightened. I felt very alone.
Then I heard a terrible roar behind me and thought it was an animal. I whipped around just as a cold ocean wave crashed into me, lifted me off my feet and carried me out of the woods.
I’m not sure how the dream ended, but I think I must have drowned. I woke up in a panic, gasping for air.
o0o
Matt picked me up at lunch hour the following day, and I told him about the dream.
As soon as I mentioned the wave that swept me away, he looked at me sharply and pulled over onto the side of the road.
He sat staring straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel, tapping his thumb on it. Then he slid across the seat and pulled me into his arms.
I had always known that Matt was a spiritual person, but on the surface he appeared tough and masculine to the rest of the world. In high school, because of the way he dressed and smoked and drank, most kids were afraid of him.
But when I told him about my dream, he broke down in front of me and wept into my arms like a child who had become lost and was just found.
I’m not sure how long we sat there in his brother’s car, but I remember very clearly how I held him and kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair. No matter how tightly I held him, however, I couldn’t seem to get close enough. I loved him with such passion. There are no words to describe it. I would have died for him that night, if it would have taken away his pain.
At the same time, I knew he wouldn’t have let me because he would have done the same for me. It’s why he was crying. He knew my dream was a product of my fear. He was facing death, and therefore, so was I. He was mourning the fact that I had to share his pain.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to take you with me into this. I should have stayed
away.”
“No,” I told him. “It would have been worse if you’d stayed away, because my life would have been consumed by regret – the regret of not being with you. Thank God you came. Otherwise hell would have followed me forever.”
That night, after dark, we found a deserted country road outside of town and parked for a while. We climbed into the back seat, kissed and took off some of our clothes so we could touch each other. He asked if I was still a virgin and I told him I was, but I didn’t want to be. Not with him.
He insisted that we should wait, because the future was so uncertain.
I agreed, but very reluctantly, and only for the time being.
Chapter Forty-two
Sometimes life can be impossibly cruel. I know that now. I discovered it in those days leading up to Matt’s surgery, when we didn’t know if it was the beginning of our life together or the end.
But that’s life, isn’t it? For all we know, each day could be our last. What matters most is the appreciation and gratefulness we should feel for each precious day we have with one another.
I lived more passionately in those five days with Matt than I’d lived my entire life. His pain was my pain, but the corresponding joy was immense. We were one, and that closeness, that connection, is what brought me closest to heaven.
Love is our greatest achievement. Don’t ever forget that. Don’t squander it. Seek it. Experience it. Savor it every day that you can, because you never know when a rogue wave might sweep you away.
o0o
“What if I choose not to have the surgery?” Matt said to me one afternoon while we were sitting by the lake on campus, watching the rowers.
“What do you mean? You have to have it.”
He leaned back on an elbow and looked out at the water. “No. The doctor gave me a choice. He said that if I have it, there’s a fifty percent chance I’ll die on the operating table. If I don’t have it, I could live for a whole year.”
“Six months to a year,” I reminded him, because every minute counted.
He glanced across at me. “The surgery’s in a week, which is making six months look pretty good right now, if I knew I could spend it with you.”
“Of course you could spend it with me,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens, but I don’t think that’s the right choice. The surgery could cure you completely. We have to try.”
He nodded and tossed a small pebble into the water. “I know. I just thought I’d mention it.”
I inched closer to him and laid my arm across his hips. “I guess it is something to consider. But don’t ask me to give up hope. Right now there’s a good chance that in a month’s time, that tumor could be gone and you could be making plans for the future.”
He thought that for a moment. “If I do get my future back, I will do whatever it takes to get you to marry me.”
I chuckled softly while a warm glow lit up my insides. “You wouldn’t have to do anything too difficult. I’d marry you tomorrow if you asked.”
He gave me a sexy look. “I thought you weren’t ready to be Miss Suzie Homemaker.”
“That was before. Things are different now.”
Carefully, he studied my eyes. “Because I might die?”
“No,” I firmly replied. “Because you’re here. Everything was wrong when you were gone from my life. Now it feels right again.”
He reclined onto his back and watched the clouds roll by. I, too, lay down and looked up at the sky.
“It does feel right,” he said. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, Cora. You’re like… the other half of me.”
“I don’t want to be apart from you either, which is why I want you to have that operation.”
He took hold of my hand and squeezed it. “Okay.”
Then suddenly, he squeezed it so hard, I cried out in pain. I jolted upright, just as his whole body began to seize.
“Matt! Are you all right?”
But he couldn’t answer me. His eyes were rolling back in his head as he convulsed. I screamed for help, and people came running.
o0o
The seizure stopped before the ambulance arrived, but Matt didn’t regain consciousness until he reached the ER.
He was admitted and kept overnight while the doctors communicated with the medical team in Chicago to determine whether or not he should be released. There was some talk of airlifting him back and doing the surgery right away, but the following morning, when his vitals improved, they told us he could go home, but that he shouldn’t get behind the wheel of a car because there was a high likelihood of more seizures, which could occur at any time without warning.
Matt’s brother, Gordon, who had come to the hospital that morning, gave me the keys to the car and told me to do the driving from that moment on.
I went to see my professors in the afternoon, explained my situation, and told them I would be gone for a few weeks. They were exceedingly helpful and gave me advance reading assignments and papers to complete while I was gone, and told me to come back when I was ready.
Matt and I left for Chicago the following day.
I didn’t tell my parents.
o0o
That night, we checked into a roadside motel, and I wondered what my parents would think if they knew where I was or that I was about to share a bed with Matt, after breaking up with Peter only a week ago. To me, it felt like a lifetime.
I knew I would have to confess eventually. I just wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, or defend my decision to put everything aside for him. They simply wouldn’t understand. No one would.
Matt carried our bags in and set them down at the foot of the bed.
“I wonder if this is some kind of test.” He shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it onto the chair. “I’ve worked hard to be a gentleman so far, and God knows you deserve nothing less, but I can’t sleep on the floor tonight, Cora. I want to be close to you.”
Immediately, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That’s what I want, too. No one knows we’re here. It’s just us. You and me. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the world doesn’t even exist, so we can live by our own rules.”
He held me tight, then pressed his lips to mine. I felt like a woman, not a girl anymore. He was my mate, my partner, my great love, and nothing had ever felt so right and so real. I had no doubts about anything, and as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands across his warm, muscular chest, all I wanted to do was give everything to him and take everything I could in return.
Our passions escalated quickly. Within seconds, I was kicking off my shoes and pulling my sweater off over my head.
Matt ripped his shirt off and eased me down onto the bed. His body covered mine in a wild frenzy of desperation. He kissed me fiercely and thrust his hips forward, cupping my behind in his hands and pulling me closer, almost roughly, but never hurting me.
We still wore our jeans, which was the only thing stopping us from making love. He unhooked my bra and caressed my breasts, kissed my neck tenderly, told me he loved me.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I’ll love you forever.”
Everything about him aroused me. I wanted him with a fire that defied reason.
I had never been able to give myself to Peter. This was why. Matt was the one, and nothing could have held me back from this. Nothing else mattered. I didn’t care how much time we had together. All I cared about was this moment in his arms, our bodies pressed together in love. I wanted to give him everything.
He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand down inside, and I climaxed almost immediately.
His open mouth smothered my cries, as I fumbled with his belt and tried to push his jeans down over his hips.
“No,” he whispered into my mouth, shaking his head and eventually rising up onto his hands and knees. “I don’t want to do this, not yet. I want to marry you.”
I blinked up at him in a bewildered haze of arousal and confusion. “I don’t care about that. P
lease, I want to be as close to you as possible. Tonight.”
Brow furrowed, he stared down at me. “I can’t do that. We need to wait. I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
Cradling the back of his head in my hand, I pulled him close for another soul-reaching kiss. “I don’t know either, which is why I want to make the most of every minute. Please make love to me. I want you to be the one.”
My heart was pounding like a hammer. All my nerve endings quivered with a feverish need to give everything to him, but in the end, he would not give himself to me in return.
A heavy tear fell from his cheek to mine, and he sat up on the bed, raked his fingers through his hair, and shook his head. “I can’t. Not until I know for sure that I’ll be around to be with you forever.”
I sat up too, wrapped my arms around his neck, and told him that I loved him.
But I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
Chapter Forty-three
I rose from the bed, opened my suitcase, and went into the bathroom to change into my nightgown and brush my teeth.
While the water poured in a hissing rush out of the faucet, I sat on the edge of the tub and quietly wept. They were not tears of misery, however. I was expressing a strange mixture of emotion – something I had never experienced before – a simultaneous mingling of rapture and sorrow.
On one hand, I was afraid for the future. On the other, I was euphoric. I loved Matt with every fiber of my being, and I knew that he loved me, too. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever known.
A short while later, I returned to bed and watched him go into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him.
I lay quietly, listening to the shower.
o0o
Sometime before dawn, Matt rolled on top of me and kissed my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, and I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him tight against me.
I could feel his arousal through the thin fabric of my nightgown, which was now bunched around my hips.
Again, he stopped and pressed his forehead to mine, shut his eyes and shook his head. “This is difficult.”
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