I was paying the price today for my child-like behavior yesterday. The Dayquil was starting to do its' work now, and I was well into my plan to spend the day on the couch watching football, and napping. Ginger was stretched across my feet at the end of the couch, and she appeared to concur with my planned activity for the day.
I don't know how long I had been napping, but Tennessee and Green Bay were still in the first quarter. It took me a few seconds for my brain to register what had awakened me; it was the smell of cilantro, and other olfactory-engaging smells, coming from a pot on the stove.
Andrew…
My lips turned upwards, smiling because Andrew is (was?) here. Stretching my neck upwards, I didn't see him in the kitchen, nor could I hear him anywhere else in the apartment over the noise of the football game. If it weren't for the smells coming from my kitchen, I would never have known he was there at all! I started to look in the rest of the place, but I was pulled to look in the pot. Just as I reached for the lid, I felt his hand on my neck, caressing from right to left, three fingers lightly massaged behind my left ear, as his thumb caressed my bottom lip. His arms enfolded me from behind and I leaned against his chest, eyes closed, and smiling. Hey you, I said, and I felt his lips against my neck say hey you. I still had the oven mitt on so I opened the pot. The smells coming from it made me turn to face Andrew and say "Will you marry me?" Keeping his arms around me, Andrew begin walking backwards, leading toward the living room. Smiling, he said "Obviously your fever is worse than I thought. You're getting delirious!" I bit him lightly on his chest , laughing as I told him " I am also rabid". I couldn't pretend to be upset; it felt too good having him here with me. As we passed the hallway opening that led to the bedrooms, I pulled away from him. "Ginger, keep Mr. Ames company while I go find the shower". I had suddenly become conscious, and self-conscious, of the baggy, saggy, sweat suit I was wearing.
When I returned to the living room after my shower, I could not help the laugh that burst out of me. Apparently, Ginger had taken my order to watch Andrew seriously. She was sitting on his lap purring while he scratched her neck and ears. What made me laugh was the long white hairs from Ginger which stood out against the black slacks Andrew had on. "Have you given any thought to changing your favorite color to white? I giggled again at the look he gave me. "I'm sorry", I said. "It's the delirium from the fever". Sitting down beside him on the couch, I jealously nudged Ginger off of his lap. It was my turn to feel Andrews hands scratching my neck and ears! Wordlessly, almost without missing a beat, Andrew granted my wish. Ginger is not the only one who purrs when Andrew touches her…
I woke up sometime later, still on the couch, to the feel of Andrews lips on my neck. "Fever check," he said. 'Well you won't get an accurate reading checking it that way. Your lips cause fever spikes on my good days" I told him. "I've got the cure" Andrew said, his voice so deeply sexy I felt his words massaging my spine. "Start with this" he said, handing me a bowl filled with the soup. Laughing at the expression on my face he took a seat beside me on the couch. "Bastige!" I said, but I was happy to dig in. Actually, I was just happy. This was the perfect prescription for what was ailing me; to have Andrew next to me, his cooking warming my belly, Ginger sitting on my feet, and the Oakland Raiders ahead of the Atlanta Falcons with less than a minute left to play. I can't think of a better cure for the common cold.
@ All rights to reprint are the sole property of this blogs author. 12/2008
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