Valentine’s – The Redemption by S. L. Scott
I miss him. It’s only been two days, but I miss Dex so much. I never considered myself to be overly-dramatic, but Valentine’s Day has broken my resolve. Stupid heart-shaped candy boxes. I bought two… for myself this morning and as I look at them open on the bed in front of me, wrappers spewed everywhere, I sigh. I’m weak, damn it! To chocolate… and that man. Grabbing my phone, I touch the button and call him. Listening to the rings—One. Two. Three. Four. Voicemail. Ugh! I hang up though all I want to do is gush to him about how much I love him and pout about how much I miss him. I lay in bed bemoaning my loneliness and feeling totally sorry for myself when I realize if I’m feeling like this, maybe he is too. I immediately text Beth to see if she can spend the night and watch the boys. While I’m waiting for a response, I look up flights to Denver. The band is playing a show there tonight. Beth: My plans fell through, so I’m free, and happy to take my mind off my lack of a love life. I can pick the boys up from school too. We’ll make heart-shaped pizzas and eat lots of candy. Me: LOL. They’ll love you more than they already do. Limit the candy though. It’s a school night. I have Valentine’s gifts for them set up in their rooms as a surprise. I owe you big time for doing this. Thank you. My flight takes off at five and I’m landing in Denver before nine their time. The band should be taking the stage just about now. I wish I could make it to the concert because I still get chills when Dex launches the show with that first drumbeat. An hour later, I’m in Dex’s suite. Tommy was more than happy to arrange to leave a key at the front desk because he says Dex is a moody bastard when I’m not around. I’ve got one short night to make the most of our reunion. Standing there, it doesn’t smell like him. He hasn’t spent time here. In a way I’m disappointed there doesn’t seem to be any part of him here, but I’m also glad that a hotel room has not become his home. He belongs with me and the boys back in LA. Dex’s suitcase is open on the floor and it makes me realize I should have brought some clean clothes for him. On the desk in the corner, I spy a notepad and go and sit down. I write:
To the Man that Makes My Heart Race,
Though some days we aren’t together, you’re never alone. You’ll always be with me—even if timezones and cities separate us, I’m with you and you’re with me, in our hearts we will be.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I love you always, The Woman Who Can’t Live Without You XOX
I tuck the note into his case, under a T-shirt, feeling so happy I came here. When I stand up, I smile, excited to start our night. I grab the lingerie out of my case and lay it out on the bed, and then hurry into the bathroom to shower off the day from traveling. After getting cleaned up, I spend some time applying my makeup much heavier than usual and styling my hair to be as much of a sex kitten as I can. I want to blow Dex’s mind when he sees me. No yoga pants or jeans for me tonight. After ordering champagne, beer, and a decadent dessert from room service, I glance at the time. Twenty minutes until the concert will be over and Tommy promised to deliver Dex right afterwards. Room Service comes and I usher him out as quickly as I can. As soon as the door shuts, I drop the robe and slip on the black lace one piece. It’s high on the hips and low in the cleavage, but it’s flattering and makes me feel sexy. I pop open the champagne and fill two glasses. The anticipation of seeing him again, surprising him on this sweetest of days, has me feeling giddy inside. I start to hurry to make sure everything is in order and how I want it before slipping on totally inappropriate, but too hot to pass up fuck-me heels. I know he’ll love them. I move to the bed and start positioning myself, but I roll my eyes, kind of starting to feel ridiculous in this unnaturally pose. But then I hear the key in the card reader of the door and freeze. I’m as still as I can be, my heart in my throat, as I watch the entranceway. I suck in a staggered breath, then hold it along with my sexy pose.The door slams closed and I hear him sigh as if relieved to be back. Right when he turns the corner, he stops in his tracks… or the surprise of me stops him in his tracks. Surprise morphs instantly as his gaze slides over my body. Dex leans against the wall with his hotel key still in hand and the smile that I traveled a thousand miles to see slides across his face. “What a coincidence meeting you here.” It’s so good to see him, so good that all I want to do is run to him, jump on him and kiss him until we fall onto the bed for more. But I hold the pin-up girl pose a moment longer, hoping to tempt him to me. “It’s not a coincidence at all,” I say, holding the eye contact. He tosses the key on the dresser and comes over. Dropping his jacket to the ground, he crawls up the bed until I’m forced to lay flat on my back. He’s above me, looking down and says, “This is the best Valentine’s present I’ve ever gotten.” I stretch my arms above my head, wigging and wanting his hands all over me, and say, “I was lonely and today is made for lovers, so love on me, big boy.” “Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll love on you alright.” Our lips meet and my body relents under his touch. As his finger rocks back and forth under my strap, he adds, “You’re so fucking sexy, but I want this off.” Shifting, I lift up onto my knees and say, “Then take it off.” The action is slow, and though I know he would love to look down and enjoy the show, he holds our gaze instead. The gesture is intimate and defining, the love he has for me shining through. His hand cups my breast when it’s exposed, then the other. As we come together, our fervor elevates, our movements pick up, a frenzy building between us. Within minutes, my love is inside me, his breath covering my bare chest as our bodies rock together. The room is heated by our passion and we become slick with shared emotions until we lose control in each other’s arms while still connected. We fall into a heap, but turn to look into other’s eyes. He whispers, “You’re here.” I can hear the affection in his words. “I miss the way you look at me and your scent. I miss your tattoos and running my fingers over your biceps, your laugh and your smile. I miss all of you, Dex. All of you and I just don’t like missing my heart.” His hand touches my cheek, his fingers rough and wonderful just like I remember. “I miss my heart too. It’s never easy leaving you, but seeing you makes me forget all that. Seeing you completes me.” He shakes his head while closing his eyes. “I hate that I just said that. Such a bad fucking line.” “Dex,” I say, trying to pry his hands away from covering his face. “No. It’s out there. It’s horrifying and out there forever. God, you’ll never look at me the same now.” “You’re right. I’ll look at you entirely different from this moment on.” He lowers his hands and looks my way, and I continue, “You’re the man who opened his heart to me and showed me how deeply one person can love. You taught me love has no boundaries, nor limits, just the capacity for openness.” “Now you’re just trying to humor me,” he says, chuckling. “If it takes away you being embarrassed over something that made my heart melt, then I’ll humor you.” He slides his arm around my neck and brings me closer, kissing me on the forehead in the meantime. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart.” “Happy Valentine’s Day.” With our heads bumped together on the same pillow, he asks, “How long can you stay?” “You’ve got me for seven more hours.” Maneuvering on top of me, he spreads my legs and rests his body on mine. With his face just inches away and his eyes on my lips, he says, “Let’s not waste a minute.” Sitting on my bed back home the next day, I open the large heart-shaped box of candy that was delivered this morning before I arrived home. But there’s not chocolate in this box. I find three boxes inside instead. I take the first one out and lift the lid. There’s a necklace with a heart-shaped diamond too large to be forgiven. He’s going to be punished so good for spending this much on such a commercial holiday. But I love it just like I love him and can’t stop smiling as I put it around my neck. The note reads—You have my Heart. I look down and hold the pendant, admiring it, then kiss it before reaching for the second box. When I lift the lid, I see a silver charm bracelet with a miniature drum dangling from it. I fasten it around my wrist before reading the note that came with it. You have my Soul. Tapping the drum and watching it swing, my heart swoons from his thoughtfulness. I reach for the third box and lift the lid, knowing it’s going to be hard to top the amazing gifts he’s given me so far. He manages to do just that though. When I lift the lid, I see a note, only a note. I unfold it and tears flood the corners of my eyes. Dex voices the words as my eyes read them, “You have all of me.” I look up and see him standing there. “You’re not the only one who can surprise someone, ya know.” With a huge smile on my face, I jump up and run to him. Landing against his chest, he’s pushed back from the impact as his hands go under me to hold me to him. I let my tears of happiness dry, then look at him. He holds up a little package of Ferraro-Rochers and smirks. It’s arrogant in all corners and oh so sexy. I repeat my thought from the day before. “I’m weak, damn it! To chocolate and most definitely to you. How much time do we have?” I snatch the chocolates and kiss him hard. “Forever.” “I love the sound of that.”
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