Taboo

Keywords: 2, Melted, And, Heart, Part, His,

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*8 - Disaster*

By July, it became apparent that Darren would soon propose to Angie.

However, Angie was having second thoughts. In her mind, she was constantly comparing Darren to John, and finding that Darren fell short. She tried to make sure she wasn't judging Darren unfairly, but the doubts were still there. She talked to John about the fact that she had doubts, but she couldn't really express what she felt. Also, Darren had been pressing her to quit college.

John suppressed his own feelings, trying to be objective, but also praying with Angie about the matter. He did not like Darren personally, and felt that she would be making a mistake to marry him. But John stressed that he would support Angie no matter what decision she made.

In mid-July, Darren asked Angie out for a Friday night date, saying he had something special planned. He took her to a very nice restaurant, and after dinner he proposed to her.

She said no, and he was furious.

Darren yelled, "What are you trying to do to me? I've been patient, and waited to marry you to make love to you. I loved you, and this is how you repay me?"

Angie was in tears. Darren stormed out of the restaurant, leaving the bill unpaid. She heard his pick-up speed out of the parking lot. The servers calmed her down a little, and asked her what they could do for her. Angie asked to use a phone.

It was after midnight when Angie called John. She started crying again, so the restaurant manager took the phone. She told John briefly what had happened, and gave him directions.

John drove to the restaurant, went inside, and spoke with the manager.

John then took Angie out to his car. He put her in the front passenger seat, buckled her in, and went around to his side of the car. By the time he got in, Angie had unbuckled the belt, lifted up the armrest that he always used, and scooted over to the middle of the bench seat. He helped her to buckle in again, and began the drive to her apartment. She leaned on his shoulder as he drove. He put his arm around her, and held her close. She cried softly until she fell into a light sleep.

Arriving at Angie's apartment, John gently woke her up, and walked her to her door. He got her keys out of her purse, opened the door, and took her inside. He stopped a moment to close the door.

John led Angie to the bedroom, and helped her to undress, leaving her in her underwear. He went to her dresser, opened a drawer, and took out one of the oversized T-shirts in which she liked to sleep. He helped her put on the shirt, trying not to notice that she had taken off her bra, then she climbed into her bed.

John tucked her in, leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, and started to leave. Angie reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"John?" Angie asked softly.

"Yes, Angie?" John said as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"Please stay with me," Angie pleaded, caressing John's hand.. "I don't want to be alone tonight. I just need to have a friend here, Okay?"

"Sure. Just let me freshen up a bit." John returned to Angie's dresser, and took out a T-shirt for himself. He then went to her bathroom, and took off his sweaty shirt. He washed his face and torso, and put on the T-shirt. It was pink, with bunnies on the front. He kept his jeans shorts on. As he came back into the room, she saw him in the shirt and giggled girlishly.

"Oh be quiet!" John joked as he lay down on top of the covers. Angie snuggled up against him, pulled his arms around her, and quickly fell asleep.

John lay there quietly for a long time, just holding Angie tight. He thought about her a lot before going to sleep. About how he had been in love with her for so long. About how he was learning to love her more in his actions, in how he treated her. About how he had grown to love her more in his heart. About how this might be the last time he ever got to hold her.

And John prayed to God, asking for help and strength.

Finally, John slept.

*9 - Aftermath*

John awoke that morning to find that the bedspread had been placed over him. As he sat up, he smelled something cooking. He checked his watch, and saw that it was 10:30.

John got out of bed, and noticed his T-shirt lying on top of Angie's dresser. It was clean. He stumbled through the kitchen on his way to the bathroom, his clean shirt in hand.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Angie called teasingly.

"Mornin'," John muttered as he closed the door behind him, hearing her giggle. He came out after taking a quick shower, and saw that she had breakfast on the table.

"Feeling better now?" Angie asked.

"I will after I've eaten."

"This is all mine! You'll have to cook your own," Angie teased again.

"Well, I guess you're feeling better too."

Angie looked over at him as he sat down at the table, and smiled softly. "Yes I am," she said. "Thanks to you."

"What did I do?"

"You got out of bed at midnight on a night when you were very tired, and you really needed the sleep, just for me. And you have never, ever taken advantage of me, not even last night."

"Well, one could say this 'temporary marriage' scheme of mine was taking advantage of you."

"You're overanalyzing things again, John. In fact, I was probably the one taking advantage of you in this whole thing. I wasn't very fair to you at all, stringing you along while I dated that JERK." With that she started crying again.

Angie told John all about what had happened the previous evening with Darren.

"Well, I'm glad that you called me."

"Me too." Angie smiled at John again, and his heart melted.

By this time they had finished eating, so John began helping Angie clear the table.

"You don't have to do that, y'know," Angie said.

"I know," John replied, "but you didn't have to wash my shirt.

"Sure I did-it was stinking up "my" bathroom!" Angie teased. John snorted his response.

But just as Angie stuck out her tongue, John's beeper went off. It was his boss's number. He asked to use the phone, and called the number. His boss wanted him to come in to work to help out with a problem on with a corporate client's computer system.

As John hung up, he noticed Angie's downcast expression. She had heard enough to know what he had to do.

"Do you want to come with me?" John asked. "There won't be anyone else there. Also, there's a Christian concert in my town tonight. I'd like to take you to it, if that's okay?"

Angie smiled broadly. "I'd love to go. Do I have time to get something to wear tonight?"

"Sure. Hurry."

Twenty minutes later, Angie was ready. And it didn't bother John that she had taken that long. He was just happy to be with her at all, and intended to enjoy whatever time they had together to the fullest. He carried her make-up kit and some other things to her car, while she brought out a couple of outfits. "Evidently she hasn't decided what to wear yet tonight," he surmised.

John had suggested that they take Angie's car. She agreed; she usually let him drive, and he liked her sports coupe a lot better than his sedan, especially on the highway.

*10 - A Good Day, A Wonderful Evening*

The job took several hours, but in that time John and Angie were able to talk and cut up the way they liked to do.

Afterwards, they went to John's apartment to shower and change clothes. Angie showered first.

When John was finished with his shower, he went into the bedroom, and saw Angie sitting on a chair in front of his mirror, preparing her hair. She was wearing only a black lace bra and matching panties.

"Wow!" John exclaimed. "I haven't seen you like this in such a long time."

"What do you mean? You undressed me last night! Don't tell me you had your eyes closed!" Angie giggled.

"I thought you looked beautiful then too. But you weren't smiling like you are now."

Angie got up, went over to John, and kissed him lightly on the lips, then hurried back to the chair.

"I hate to stop now, but we'll have to hurry or we'll be too late to get dinner before the concert. And I'm "starving"!" she said.

John shook his head, as if confused a little, and went to his closet to finish getting dressed.

Through the mirror, Angie caught John stealing a few glances at her, though he seemed to be trying not to stare. "Not that would I mind", she thought.

When John was through getting dressed, he went into the living room to see what the Braves were doing on TV while waiting for Angie to finish.

Several minutes later, Angie called to John from the doorway to the bedroom. "I'm ready."

John turned, and fought to keep his jaw from dropping. He lost. Angie looked so beautiful. She had on a short black dress that seemed tailor-made for her petite, toned body. But he couldn't decide what looked better: her never-ending expanse of leg, or her tantalizing cleavage that peaked out from the low-cut neckline of the dress. Her brown hair framed her cute face. But it was her smile that truly enthralled him.

John swallowed hard. "Are you sure you should wear "that"? I've never seen you wear something that . . . revealing . . . in public before." Then he added, "Unless it was on a beach."

"You don't like it?" Angie whimpered.

"I love it," John said, "but I'm not so sure you should go out like that."

"Oh, I have a top that covers up most of this," Angie said, placing her right hand over her breasts. "But I wanted to give you a preview, to see your reaction first. It was worth it," she giggled.

John's heart melted. There was that smile again.

"But your thighs are still showing," he said, when she had returned after putting on the outfit's top. "And we're going to a "Christian" concert, remember?"

"Humor me, please?" she asked.

Keywords: 2, Melted, And, Heart, Part, His,