I felt terrible for her loss and I hoped that she would stay for at least a few days so I could take care of her and be there for her. I was shocked to learn that she was all alone in the world. She should be with people who loved her in this difficult time. Well, technically she was with a person who loved her. She just didn’t know it.
Hugging her closer to me, I sighed. I loved her, but I still had no idea what the future held for the two of us, if there even was a future. What would happen tomorrow? Would she simply leave and that would be that? Nothing had been resolved. She had come here for sex and I had denied her, offering her food and comfort instead, which she had accepted. Did that mean something? Would she still only see me as a good “lay,” to use her expression, or could I somehow convince her to give me a real chance? She had said she didn’t do relationships and I was sure there was a reason for that. Had someone hurt her once? Was that why she rejected the idea of romance and love?
I still didn’t know much about women in general, but I did know her. She had taught me so much about sex and physical pleasure. Perhaps it was time I taught her about romance and the art of wooing. I could do that. I would do that.
I didn’t have an exact plan, but that would be my mission from now on. I would make her my lover, in every sense of the word.
I listened to her breathing, making sure she was fast asleep, before I whispered, “I love you.”