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| He was jolted back to reality by the cup of coffee shoved in his face and the sound of his wife's voice. "Let me guess...you're thinking about him again...." Kevin looked up at her and took the cup from her hand, �please....don�t do this....� �Don�t do what Kevin?....Should I pretend he doesn�t exist....sorry...that�s just part of the public charade. We�re alone....in our house...OUR house Kevin...why can�t I ask about him? Shit, you were never able to be faithful to me...but you can be to him. I�m your wife...I deserve an answer. � �Please, Kris...stop,� his voice sad, �I don�t want to do this....it�s hard enough as it is. You came into this marriage with your eyes open....don�t pull this shit on me now... The public thinks we�re happy. You�ve gotten what you wanted....my name...my contacts and everything else my money can buy. Can�t you let have me have one thing that makes me happy?� She looked down at her hands... �I guess I hoped that one day you�d be happy with me" Her voice became hard and bitter, "But obviously I�m not what you want....and it�s never going to happen....is it?� �You want something from me that I�ve never been able to give you.... I�ve given you everything else that I could....and I�m grateful for everything you�ve given me in return. But...I can�t give you the kind of love you want.......the kind of love you�re looking for......and I never said I could.� He slowly rose from the piano, �I�m going for a swim....I really don�t have it in me to talk about this. I don�t want to fight with you again.....� She watched him walk out the french doors and into the garden. She called after him...�Kevin....will you at least do me the courtesy of telling me who he is?� His silence was his answer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She stood looking through the bank of windows that lined the back of the house. Her eyes traveled across the deck to where her husband was sprawled in a chair picking out notes on his guitar. She could hear the deep timbre of his voice although the words were muffled. He stopped periodically to write a few words on the pad next to him . He was barefoot, wearing only a loose white shirt and old faded jeans. His long hair blew across his face caught in the breeze that rose up off the ocean. She smiled to herself� �After all these years, he can still make my heart skip a beat.� She slipped quietly out the door and laid a hand on his shoulder. �Hey babe� she said softly, �Couldn�t sleep again?� Not looking up, he replied, �I got this song in my head, and it wouldn�t let me rest until I wrote it down.� She chuckled softly. �I didn�t want to wake you,� he said, �so I came out here....it always helps me clear my head.� �I�m worried about you�.,� she sighed. �That�s been happening a lot lately. I miss you in our bed.� �We�re back in the studio next week, and I really want to finish�� She bent down and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his shoulder. Her gaze fell to the notebook he had been writing in. She reached out to pick it up��you�ll always be...my sweet addiction.� Grabbing the notebook, he cut her off quickly, �NO!� She pulled her hand back with a start. His voice softened� �I�m sorry baby�it�s not finished yet. I�m not ready to share it�not even with you.� �Okay� she said, �but if you don�t start �sharing� with me soon, Richie Sambora, I�m going to think you found yourself another woman!� She playfully swatted his shoulder, laughed and kissed him on the cheek. �I�m going in to make breakfast. I know you well enough to know when you need to be left alone. I�ll bring you some coffee when it�s done.� He put his head in his hands� �how well you know me? Hell I�m not even sure I know me anymore. Another woman�if only it was that simple.� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kevin dropped his robe and walked to the deep end of the pool, totally uninhibited in his nudity. He paused, taking a deep breath before diving into the water. He began to swim laps, his pace quickening as he tried to clear the thoughts of his lover from his mind. Attempting to channel the frustrations of the past few months into physical activity, he swam faster....harder. When he had pushed his body to near exhaustion, he swam to the side of the pool. Raising up on his hands, he lifted himself out of the water. He ran his fingers through his long wet hair, pushing it off his face. He slowly lowered himself onto a lounge chair allowing the sun to warm his body. As hard as he tried his mind was still filled with the images of their last tryst�his face...his hands...his full lips. He longed for that touch again...longed to feel his strong body against his own. He felt that familiar stirring in his groin as he recalled the feeling of his lover�s hot mouth wrapped around his hardness. He willed himself to resist the urge for self gratification. What he wanted couldn�t be found in the palm of his hand or even with his own wife. There was only one touch that he craved...one touch that could give him the release he sought. �It�s all up to you.....,� he whispered as he picked up his robe and started back toward the house. �Am I ever going to see you again?� BACK HOME NEXT |
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