Chapter 6
When I called Robyn the next afternoon I was expecting to have a discussion about what had happened the night before. I figured she would want me to explain more about how I was feeling and how this event would effect or relationship, but she had actually seemed to forget about it. Or at least she was pretending. Her usual cheerful voice asked me to come over later for dinner. I willingly accepted.
When I got there she looked amazing as usual. It was actually much like our first date. We first sat in her living room enjoying wine and conversation. Then we ate the amazing meal she had prepared for us. I considered mentioning the night before to her, but opted not to. If she wanted to talk about it then she would talk about it.
Amazingly the evening went incredibly smooth. Even though we had been in a sticky situation only the night before I don’t think I’d ever felt so comfortable with her. We even talked about our future and where we were going as a couple. I began to feel like what had happened had possibly been a good thing. It tested our relationship, and we had passed it. It gave me a good feeling.
After dinner we headed back to the living room. With nothing better to do Robyn suggested watching a movie, which I agreed to. She popped Pretty Woman into the VCR claiming it was her very favorite movie and then joined me on the couch. Cuddling up with her was no doubt an experience I couldn’t get enough of, but the fact that the underlying theme of the movie was sex did not escape me. I had to wonder if she had chosen it subconsciously or not.
My mind reeled with different questions. Did she do this on purpose? Maybe she purposely not mentioned anything from the night before, but was now trying to get me turned on. Or maybe she was trying to get me to bring up the subject. Had this all be carefully planned out?
I exhausted every possible theory in my head, and still had no explanation. Maybe it just was her favorite movie. I decided to give up and concentrate on the movie playing in front of me, and the beautiful woman that was lying beside me.
After the movie and another long, amazing conversation I realized how tired I was getting. I looked up at the clock and found that it was after midnight. “Wow, it’s late” I said. “I really should get going.” I turned and started to get up, but the feeling of Robyn’s hand on my arm stopped me.
“Stay here tonight” she said in a soft, almost vulnerable tone. “We don’t have to do anything, I just want to be with you right now.”
My heart melted. How could I refuse that? “Okay” I whispered.
Robyn led me to her bedroom for the first time. For some reason I tried my hardest not to look around it much, but I did notice its light oak furniture, and predominately white décor. She turned down the sheets of the bed, and then went into connecting bathroom. I took the opportunity to pull off my jeans and over shirt and sink into the comfortable bed in just my boxers and white undershirt shirt. Pulling the blankets around me I closed my eyes and tried to get used to the different feeling.
I opened my eyes back up when I heard Robyn come out of the bathroom wearing light blue silk pajama pants and a tiny white tank top. She climbed into bed next to me and turned off the lamp at the bedside. Turning towards me she asked, “Are you okay?”
“I think so” I told her and tentatively reached out to her. She rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes contently.
I closed my eyes and tried to get to sleep, but a lot of factors added up keeping me awake. First off it was an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar sounds. And after sleeping alone for over a year, sharing a bed now was unfamiliar. Being with Robyn was nice, but it was just…different. The sound of her breath filled my ears seeming to become increasingly louder.
I turned over on my back trying to find a more comfortable position. I looked at the clock, 12:47 it read. I had been laying there for about a half an hour. I started to panic. I was feeling suffocated, and couldn’t calm myself down. I looked back at Robyn, she was asleep and looking almost angelic. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay either.
Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. I got up as quietly as possible, grabbed my jeans, and then let myself out of the apartment. I sucked in the cool night air, and started to calm down a bit. I felt guilty, but there was nothing I could do. I got in my car and drove home with tears silently running down my face.
