Lindsay Delagair - Unforgivable

Now I could see the tears starting to fill his bottom lashes. I couldn’t let him go out the door. I took his face in my palms and softly kissed his lips, “Please, please tell me what’s bothering you-I’m sorry if I said you were spying on me.”

“Does being with Ryan make you want to dance this way?”

I was too stunned to speak at first, but then I realized he took my pent up anger on the dance floor to mean something else entirely. I kissed him again, slower this time and kept my face only inches from his as I told him no. “You crazy-nut,” I whispered, “I was angry. I use dancing for a release when I’m really, really upset.”

He gave a small sigh of relief, “Then baby, the only thing I’ve got to know is what are you pissed about? You were dancing your ass off out there.”

“Did you buy that bottle of wine after you left me with Ryan?”

His eyebrows went up, “You’re angry about a bottle of wine?”

“Do you drink when you’re upset? You know how I feel about alcohol.”

“Your mom bought it because last night I mentioned about having wine with dinner. She asked if I’d like to have a glass with her when I got home.”

“Oh.” That put a whole new light on things. “I’m-I’m so sorry, I thought… Forgive me, Micah, I was so angry. I thought maybe you had an issue you didn’t want to tell me about.”

“I’m afraid a hit man needs sobriety or he doesn’t last long. I used to drink casually, just one or two drinks a night on weeks when I didn’t have a job to do, but the only time I’ve been…” He stopped and the ‘I-don’t-want-to-tell-you,’ face appeared.

“We don’t have reasons to hide things, do we?”

“The only time I’ve been absolutely passed out drunk was about three months ago.”

“When you went home?”

“I was so sick over leaving you in the hospital, and I didn’t know when or if I’d see you again. I think that was one of the reasons why David decided he needed to put a stop to Robert before he found someone else to kill you; he’d never seen me like that.”

He tried to pull me into his arms, but I had to push away, “Micah, I’m gross. I’m covered in sweat from head to…”

The argument was moot; he evidently didn’t care about the sweat as he pulled me against his clean dress shirt. He smelled so wonderful, he felt fantastic as he wrapped me in those gloriously strong arms and kissed me slow and deep.

“Dance with me, Micah,” I whispered.

“I can’t dance like you, baby.”

“Slow dance with me,” I pleaded as I let my mouth trail from his ear to his neck, “please.”

“You know I can’t say no to you, baby. You pick the song and I’ll dance with you.”

I went to the computer and noticed that he had gone on Grooveshark to pick his songs. I typed in ‘ I’ll Make Love to You ’ and hit the play button, dimmed the studio lights, and took his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. He held me so close and began to gently sway as he pressed me to his body. I inhaled his scintillating scent and felt myself beginning to disappear into his warm chest. His hands slipped low on my hips as I arched my back and allowed my body to swing away from him, pushing my hips against his as I made a slow circle and returned against his chest. He was moaning to the beat of the music as our bodies seemed to become one pulsing rhythm. The song simply wasn’t long enough for me to enjoy so much pleasure.

“Oh, Micah,” I sighed softly as the song was ending, “I love you.”

Our lips met as my arms twined around his neck and my fingers went into those silky waves of brown hair. He was so gorgeous and I simply couldn’t believe that he was for me alone. “I’ve got to be the luckiest girl in the entire world.”

He dipped me low and then raised me to his lips.

I kissed him once more and then begged to leave his presence to go hit the shower.

I rinsed off and then slipped on a simple pink, cotton romper that I seldom wore (mainly because I couldn’t wear a bra with it), but it was quick and comfortable. When I came back downstairs, Mom was putting things away in the kitchen, Kimmy was swimming in the pool, and Micah was seated out on the deck watching the sunset, still in his dinner clothes.

“We brought you back some food,” he said as I sat down by him. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet. I’ll get something a little later-I didn’t want to miss watching the sunset with you.”

He smiled and looked away, “So, I didn’t ask earlier, but how was your afternoon with-with Ryan.”

I wondered if I should tone down all the fun I had, but trust depends on truth, “I had a great time. He put a new engine in his car and I could actually pull the front tires off the ground.”

He laughed softly, still watching the sunset, “Sounds like fun.”

“I wish you’d stayed,” I added. “You didn’t have to do what you did.”

“I’ve got to learn to try things that are uncomfortable for me where you’re concerned so I don’t end up smothering you. By the way, did he kiss you?”

I was shocked that he threw that question out there like it was an unimportant afterthought.

“No, but…”

He turned to look at me as I struggled to finish what I had to say.

“…I actually kissed him.”

I watched Micah’s eyes involuntarily grow larger and he swallowed hard.

“He wanted to know if he could kiss the bride, but I told him these lips belong to you alone. I kissed his cheek and said he could return it, on my cheek, after the wedding.”

He looked both relieved and upset at the same time.

“I’m sorry if-”

“It’s okay, Leese. A kiss on the cheek is infinitely preferable to what I was afraid might happen.”

“No,” I started to say Ryan wouldn’t do that to me, but Mom came out onto the deck with two glasses of wine.

“Micah, would you like another glass of…”

Micah was saying no as I put my hand out for the glass. I could tell she was reluctant to hand it to me, but she did.

“Leese would prefer if I didn’t drink, Nadia,” he stated without explaining why.

I knew what impression she would come away with and I didn’t want her to think he had a weakness for it. “He doesn’t have a problem, Mom. I just don’t see why it’s necessary to use alcohol.”

Mom smiled, “Honey, there is nothing wrong with a little wine once in a while.”

“I know, Mom, I just don’t like it.”

“That’s because you don’t drink it,” she added with a light laugh.

I had enough. Micah asked me to try wine and now it appeared Mom was alluding to the same. I put the glass to my lips as Micah reached for my arm, but I leaned away from him and slugged down the terribly flavored liquid. I couldn’t help the shiver, followed by an immediate grimace that hit me. It must have been at least twelve ounces.

“Leese!” Mom snapped, taking the glass as I handed it back to her, “you aren’t old enough!”

“Now I can say that I have drunk it and I still don’t like it. Ah! How do you guys stand that crap-it’s awful!” I shivered again.

I noticed Micah was angry, but yet trying not to laugh at my reaction.

Mom turned and headed back into the house, still grumbling about what I’d done.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he chided, clearly the anger was winning over the humor. He switched from his lounger to seat himself on mine. “Was that honestly the first time you’ve ever touched alcohol?”

I swallowed, trying to get use to the odd flavor still remaining in my mouth, “Yeah, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about, it’s-”

“No matter what anyone says, it’s not the taste that draws people in; it’s how you feel after you drink it. If you decide you enjoy the buzz then what’s to stop you the next time? You said you didn’t like me drinking-I won’t touch it again, but you’ve got to promise me to never do something stupid like that again. You pissed off your mother and me.”