Wicked Wednesday #283 — Memory Lane

Rafe was asleep beside Eliza, and she could not keep her eyes off of him. She had not been this close to him for awhile. They slept together every night, but this night, she felt closer to him.

What they had done together on the highway earlier…

She kissed his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Once upon a time, Rafe had been to her what Terrence was. She fell in love in a pattern, even with Oscar it had more or less been the same.

Her love history.

But with Rafe, it had been all encompassing, and when he asked her to marry him…there was nothing in the world that could have made her happier. She had wanted to, and still wanted to marry him.

She had loved Oscar deeply, and now Terrence. Terrence was the fire in her these days, her love for him was the thing that burned in her like the eternal flame. But lying beside Rafe, she remembered that he was the person that she planned on being with for the rest of her life. The color of his eyes was forever for her.

“I dreamt about you…” Rafe started with his eyes still slit closed. “I dreamt you were in a white dress, but not your wedding dress, just a white dress that you used to wear a lot. You were holding flowers, white and everything looked like a wedding…”

Eliza closed her eyes, and snuggled close to him. She knew exactly what white dress he was talking about. She at least thought she did, and she fell asleep thinking about it.

Later that morning, she called Rafe into the bedroom to help her pull a zipper up the back of her dress. She was fully capable of doing it herself, but she wanted to confirm that this was the dress he dreamt about.

“Can you help me?” she feigned helplessness, as she pretended not to be able to reach the zipper.

“Of course,” Rafe said, caressing her breasts and kissing her neck.

The white dress fell in a pile at the floor, fodder for a future trip down memory lane.

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