"Are you doing any better Kedron," I asked when I called on the phone after I left the garage.
"Why are you asking me that?" He growled.
"Because the staff are now telling me I have to ask you," my frustration evident no matter how hard I try not to show it.
"I'm the same and I'll stay the same...a cripple. Goodnight Kynlee," and with that he said, "Nurse Nancy hang up the phone."
Okay, I can give him space...
I was frustrated by the surprise at Simonson's Auto Repair, but this situation with Kedron was eating at me. Maybe I shouldn't have called him. He kicked me out and I still called to check on him. I just don't want him to think I'm going to desert him. That will never happen. I'll support him as long as we both live.
With so much on my mind and the GPS taking me right to Wam's front door, the drive went quickly. The fall colors on the bluffs were absolutely beautiful. I probably would have enjoyed them more if I wasn't frustrated with both the men in my life right now. I parked in Wam's driveway, grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk, pushed 'lock' on the key fob, and knocked on the front door.
Seeing Wam stand in the doorway with a big smile on his face made me even angrier. I crossed my arms over my chest and gritted my teeth as he looked at me and the smile dropped from his face. "Kynlee what's wrong? You look upset instead of happy to see me," Wam said as he turned to the side and gestured me inside.
I walked inside and turned to face him, "Wambleeska Teton," I said with a bite to my voice,
"what in the world possessed you to call Sebastian and arrange to pay for the tire, oh sorry...tiressss before I got there? I thought we discussed this very thing?" I simply didn't understand why it was so difficult to talk to me before he did these things.
Wam studied me briefly then cleared his throat before explaining, "I'm sorry Kynlee. It's my car so I figured it's my financial responsibility. I honestly didn't do it to upset you."
After the apology, my anger faded slightly, but I wasn't done with him yet. This couldn't continue to happen. I tried a common sense approach, "don't you think this would have been a good thing to discuss with me Wam?"
"I did it again didn't I? I'm sorry Lee. I swear it was simply because it's my car. The last thing I wanted was to add more stress to your life. Please forgive me," Wam took one of my hands and kissed the back lightly.
My lips parted slightly in surprise and I felt myself softening toward him. Even now when I'm angry, he looks good enough to eat. I had to hammer my point home though before I let it go, or he would never stop this 'act first and apologize later' routine. "Wam, you need to communicate with me. I know you aren't used to discussing things with someone, but I felt like an idiot. I asked what I owed Sebastian and he laughed and said," I used a deep voice to imitate Sebastian, "'oh, he didn't tell you?'" I then switched back to my usual, but irritated voice, "how do you think that made me feel?"
Wam pulled me forward into an embrace and I simply didn't have the strength to stop him. I didn't hug him back initially, but I've wanted his arms around me all day. His masculine scent fills my nose and it makes me feel things I don't want to feel right now. Finally I allowed my arms to wrap around his waist. When he said, "I truly am sorry Lee," I couldn't help but hug him back and rest my head on his chest.
Wam rested his head on top of mine and I not only felt cared for, but safe in his arms. I was mortified when my stomach grumbled loudly, but didn't react. I hoped he hadn't heard it but when he spoke, I knew he had. "I bought a variety of Chinese dishes. I hope you're hungry?"
Am I hungry? Oh man, I'm starving. Lunch was a long time ago. What I said was, "yes, I'm very hungry." Wam released me and led me into the kitchen. I could smell delicious scents wafting through the air. I couldn't help but close my eyes and moan, "mmm," at how appetizing the aromas were. Chinese was one of my favorites, but we rarely ate out after our parents died. It was much cheaper to buy and prepare food at home for Kedron and I.
I watched the muscles in Wam's back flex as he unloaded one container after another from the paper bag on the counter. I could watch him move around the kitchen all day in his worn blue jeans and tight tee shirt. The spell was broken when he said, "I'm not sure what you like, so I got a variety. Hopefully something will taste good."
"It smells delicious. If it tastes even half as good as it smells, I'll be happy," I replied with a huge smile on my face. It's not just men whose way to their heart is through their stomach.
"I missed your smile," he said as he handed me a plate. Wam put serving ware in each container and stood back as I dished up my food first. I was quite hungry and really enjoyed Chinese food, so took a bit of everything. I was slightly embarrassed when I saw how much was on my plate, but oh well.
I waited until Wam had dished up, and then followed him out into the dining room with plates in hand. Wam sat at the head of the table and I sat to his right. We discussed a few trivial things, but for the most part sat in companionable silence and enjoyed our food.
I had forgotten Wam said he had a cat until I heard, "Meow," from under the table. I looked under the table and saw a beautiful Siamese with moderately long hair. She was beautiful. After supper I'd have to make it my goal to win her over. If I wanted Wam and she was his cat, I'd have to.
As I finished my food, I leaned back in my chair, my hunger sated, "thank you Wam for the delicious food."
Wam smiled as he finished up his food. After a drink of his water, he replied, "you are very welcome. It's the least I could do when you were willing to make the trip. Just the welcome hug alone was worth the meal." Wam winked at me.
How was that sexy and not corny as all hell? Man I have it bad for this man. "So remind me, what is your cat's name?"
"My cat's name is Sammy. She wandered onto my porch as a kitten but was ill. I took her to the vet to get her healthy and kept her," he explained.
I peeked at Sammy under the table, "she's a pretty girl aren't you Sammy?" She seemed to know I was complimenting her and came over and rubbed on my legs.
Wam smiled, "that's amazing because she usually hides from people she's unfamiliar with."
I reached down and scratched under Sammy's chin, earning me loud purrs. "Raaawww," Sammy said, and walked toward the kitchen. Wam began to laugh.
"What's so funny," I inquired while studying him.
"I keep her treats in the kitchen. I think she is asking you to get them for her. I already fed her supper and gave her fresh water, so it must be the treats," he continues to laugh and shake his head.
"Is it okay if I get her some," I ask.
"Of course it's alright. Her treats are in the cupboard next to the refrigerator," he admitted.
I grabbed our plates and silverware and placed them in the sink before I moved to the treat cupboard that Sammy was sitting near. I'd never had a cat, but she seemed very smart. Definitely able to get her point across.
I pulled the treat bag out and put a few in my hand before bending down. "Here ya go Sammy," I stroked her fur as I told her, "you're such a beautiful kitty."
I was greeted with purrs and saw Wam move into the doorway in my peripheral vision. He watched me giving Sammy attention briefly before moving to the counter to put the food away.
I stood and rinsed the dishes in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher. I washed and wiped my hands before handing the last two containers to Wam as he placed all the leftovers in the refrigerator. As he closed the fridge door, he grabbed me by the hip and pulled me in close to his body again. Instead of wrapping his arms around me, he kept the one hand on my hip and placed his other palm on my cheek. "Thank you for helping me clean up," he said softly.
"Thank you for supper. It was the least I could do," I reply in an equally quiet voice. The air between us is charged with tension of what we both want but aren't sure we should have. Unable to hold myself back, I slide my hands from Wam's chest up his cotton tee shirt to play with the back of his hair. This movement puts our chests flush against each other, and I feel a slight hitch in Wam's breathing.
It's good to know he is just as affected as I am by our physical closeness. Slowly I rise up on my toes to give him a chance to pull back if he wants, but he doesn't. When I meet Wam's lips with my own, I feel any restraint he was trying to keep, melt away. The hand from my cheek moves to the back of my head and tilts my head just right so he can plunge his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like Chinese food and Wam and it's an inebriating feeling. I feel Wam's finger slide into my belt loop and pull me even closer so there is no longer any room between our torsos.
I can feel Wam's toned, muscular chest against my softer one, and I want him to touch me. I want these clothes off, so I can feel his skin against mine. I've never felt like this before. I've never wanted these things with anyone before. I pull the hair at the back of his head gently and hear him moan. What a heady feeling to be able to get this response from this man. I may have little experience in this area, but he doesn't seem to care.
I feel Wam's hands slide under my tee shirt at my waist, and the warmth feels so good. He moves his lips from my mouth to my cheek, my ear, and then my neck. His lips and his tongue feather over my skin. I feel a chill where he left moisture on my skin where he had already caressed me with his mouth. If it's possible to die of arousal, I will die a happy woman.
Just as Wam begins to kiss down my chest, where my V-neck leaves a small amount of cleavage noticeable, he pulls back and removes my hands from his hair. "Lee, we need to slow down. I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for."
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't seriously disappointed in the return of his restraint. Wam again grabbed my hand and led me into the living room to the couch.