The party dwindled down slowly, people giving their well wishes as they left the party until it was just the two of them and the staff. His bow tie had been stolen and she proudly wore his jacket ten times better than he did. Alone they did the things they had wanted to do all night. Lips met and hands touched until the lights were being turned out on them.
Once the door was open he dropped his keys and crossed the living room to make another drink. The whiskey in his hand was swirled in the glass as a puzzled expression crossed his face. His coat was hung on the banister of the stairs, but his guest was gone.
“Babe…”
He started to call out to her, but the soft music coming from his room was a pretty easy hint to take and he wasted no time in following the melody. When he reached his bedroom he had to push the door open to enter. A chair in the middle of the room, the lights dimmed and Body Party playing over the dock was all he saw.
She entered the room like a frame in a movie dressed in all black lingerie and a robe. Long firm legs flexed in black heels that seemed to travel for miles from the floor to the beautiful curve that molded into her ass. He wanted to touch and grab and take over every inch of her body. He considered dropping the scotch to the floor, but he felt her hand against his chest popping the buttons of his crisp white shirt. Her lips pressed to his ear before giving him a firm shove into the seat.
“Hello, lover. I made a promise.”
Leaning back into the seat, he got ready to watch.
Once the door was open he dropped his keys and crossed the living room to make another drink. The whiskey in his hand was swirled in the glass as a puzzled expression crossed his face. His coat was hung on the banister of the stairs, but his guest was gone.
“Babe…”
He started to call out to her, but the soft music coming from his room was a pretty easy hint to take and he wasted no time in following the melody. When he reached his bedroom he had to push the door open to enter. A chair in the middle of the room, the lights dimmed and Body Party playing over the dock was all he saw.
She entered the room like a frame in a movie dressed in all black lingerie and a robe. Long firm legs flexed in black heels that seemed to travel for miles from the floor to the beautiful curve that molded into her ass. He wanted to touch and grab and take over every inch of her body. He considered dropping the scotch to the floor, but he felt her hand against his chest popping the buttons of his crisp white shirt. Her lips pressed to his ear before giving him a firm shove into the seat.
“Hello, lover. I made a promise.”
Leaning back into the seat, he got ready to watch.
Another year gone by and at twenty-nine he thought he’d have it all figured out by now. He thought there would be children and a wife. Twenty-nine, one year from thirty and he wasn’t sure he’d know what to do when the big three O hit. He checked his watch.
It was midnight on the dot and the piece of his cake in his lap was ready to be eaten. This was a tradition started by his parents for him, none of the other kids in his family had gotten their cake at midnight, but because he was the baby he did. Each one of them had their own special thing, but the cake was his. It was a simple and small piece of cake. There wasn’t any ice cream or cookies to go with it, but it was good enough.
The idea behind was that something sweet at midnight would make the whole New Year sweeter. His mother was cheesy like that, yet as he continued the tradition for another year he still loved it.
Even though the year hadn’t held everything he had expected of it, it still came with many things he hadn’t even though of. The people he had met, the friends he had made. He had learned so much about himself in the last year. He was still rebuilding himself, gaining back his confidence, but even with missing pieces he felt he was ok. Not perfect, far from perfect, but he was ok.
The first bite of his cake he allowed to linger behind his lips longer than anyone should have really, it melted in his mouth with each chew, but he did it because he wanted the tradition to mean what it was meant to. He wanted a sweet start to a new year.
It was midnight on the dot and the piece of his cake in his lap was ready to be eaten. This was a tradition started by his parents for him, none of the other kids in his family had gotten their cake at midnight, but because he was the baby he did. Each one of them had their own special thing, but the cake was his. It was a simple and small piece of cake. There wasn’t any ice cream or cookies to go with it, but it was good enough.
The idea behind was that something sweet at midnight would make the whole New Year sweeter. His mother was cheesy like that, yet as he continued the tradition for another year he still loved it.
Even though the year hadn’t held everything he had expected of it, it still came with many things he hadn’t even though of. The people he had met, the friends he had made. He had learned so much about himself in the last year. He was still rebuilding himself, gaining back his confidence, but even with missing pieces he felt he was ok. Not perfect, far from perfect, but he was ok.
The first bite of his cake he allowed to linger behind his lips longer than anyone should have really, it melted in his mouth with each chew, but he did it because he wanted the tradition to mean what it was meant to. He wanted a sweet start to a new year.
Sitting at the table for breakfast every year on his birthday was one of his favorite ways to spend it. His mother would cook endless amounts of waffles, bacon, and eggs for him to scarf down until he felt like he needed to be rolled out of the chair. She would make the whole day about him and whatever it took to make her baby boy happy. As he pulled out the chair to sit down now his eyes shifted around the room. His father stared at him intensely. His mother worked behind the stove doing her best to ignore the tension that flowed through the air. His brothers and sister wasted no time making jokes about how he was about to be twenty-nine and it was time to put the batman pjs in the burner. Of course, he disagreed. Even though it’s been twenty-nine years, far too many to keep doing this, his family still came together for another year.
He didn’t want to be the first to speak. He didn’t know what to say. It had been months since the affair came into the light, but his heart, his mind, his confidence in everything he had believed in prior was a broken picture frame. He glanced at the table and then again at his father. It wasn’t easy to share this table now.
“So how do you feel? Older?”
“Same as before, Dad. Still feel like I just turned twenty-one.”
“What about wiser?”
He glanced at the table, folded his hand over his mouth for a moment as he decided if at this moment he actually was any wiser than the year before.
“I don’t know, Dad. Always put your socks in a bag or they get lost?”
“You’re such a smart ass, Adam.”
“And I'll never change.”
He didn’t want to be the first to speak. He didn’t know what to say. It had been months since the affair came into the light, but his heart, his mind, his confidence in everything he had believed in prior was a broken picture frame. He glanced at the table and then again at his father. It wasn’t easy to share this table now.
“So how do you feel? Older?”
“Same as before, Dad. Still feel like I just turned twenty-one.”
“What about wiser?”
He glanced at the table, folded his hand over his mouth for a moment as he decided if at this moment he actually was any wiser than the year before.
“I don’t know, Dad. Always put your socks in a bag or they get lost?”
“You’re such a smart ass, Adam.”
“And I'll never change.”
He had been expecting the knock at the door. She warned him that a gift was coming and he needed to be there. It was fair for her to suggest him staying home to ward off any theft of his package, but what was on the other side was mysterious. He expected a hefty man or woman with a brown box asking for a signature, but as he threw the door open his jaw dropped and he nearly dropped to his knees as the wind left his lungs.
“You fuckin’… you…Come here.”
His arms wrapped around her waist so quickly, so tightly, so long, that he was worried he broke her ribs, but that convince him to let go. He lifted her off the ground and waited for her legs to wrap around his hips before he carried her in. He buried his face in her neck and took in the scent of her hair and skin. He had missed it so badly that his heart had started to feel less full. He listened to her laugh as he breathed so audibly against her.
The gift he had been expecting was there, brown boxes, but the delivery was done by a 5’7” skinny blonde woman. It’s rare to find him speechless, but as he continued to hold on to her for what seemed like eternity he was. He didn’t think she’d make it back for his birthday and the idea that he wouldn’t see his best friend on his day was depressing. The person he wanted there most had said she was sorry she wouldn’t make it.
“You said you weren’t coming. You said you couldn’t be here.”
“I came back for Coachella and I thought… I couldn’t miss this.”
“I’m so happy-”
“Shhh, happy birthday bubs, I love you.”
“You fuckin’… you…Come here.”
His arms wrapped around her waist so quickly, so tightly, so long, that he was worried he broke her ribs, but that convince him to let go. He lifted her off the ground and waited for her legs to wrap around his hips before he carried her in. He buried his face in her neck and took in the scent of her hair and skin. He had missed it so badly that his heart had started to feel less full. He listened to her laugh as he breathed so audibly against her.
The gift he had been expecting was there, brown boxes, but the delivery was done by a 5’7” skinny blonde woman. It’s rare to find him speechless, but as he continued to hold on to her for what seemed like eternity he was. He didn’t think she’d make it back for his birthday and the idea that he wouldn’t see his best friend on his day was depressing. The person he wanted there most had said she was sorry she wouldn’t make it.
“You said you weren’t coming. You said you couldn’t be here.”
“I came back for Coachella and I thought… I couldn’t miss this.”
“I’m so happy-”
“Shhh, happy birthday bubs, I love you.”