Page 35 of Raw Honey
After dinner, everyone goes into the family room to hang out and visit. I stay in the kitchen and clean up. Emma and Ari insist on helping, but I shoo them both away. I need some me time. Cleaning is therapy for me. The time alone will give me the opportunity to sort through all these conflicting emotions that I am having.
Several minutes after everyone leaves the kitchen, Hawk comes back in.
"Hey Honey," he says.
"Hey," I reply.Well, so much for me time.
"Can we talk for a minute?" he asks.
"Sure, what's up?" I reply. I know exactly what he wants to talk about and I'm not sure that I am ready to have this conversation.
"I wanted to see how you were doing."
"I'm doing fine, Hawk. Really," I reply.
"Have you thought any more about us?" he asks.
"Yeah, I have."
"Yeah?"
I'm tired of the beating around the bush on this. Maybe if I just give in to the feelings that I have for Hawk, I can move on and get over the mixed emotions I have about Ice.
I walk over to Hawk. Standing close, I wrap my arms around him and pull him close. He looks a little surprised by my boldness and before he can speak I move in and kiss him. He hesitates at first, not sure what to make of it, and then all his inhibitions subside when he pulls me to him and takes over the kiss, drinking from my lips. It's nice. My body goes weak and I know I made the right decision. Hawk has been nothing but good to me. He's been my confidant, my friend, and the only one whom I can confide in and I know he will still love me. He's always been there for me and I've taken him for granted for far too long.
When the kiss breaks, he says breathlessly, "I've waited so long for you, Amanda."
"I know, you've been so patient with me. I'm sorry that it took me so long to take a chance on us."
"Can I take you to dinner Saturday?"
"I'd love that." I couldn’t make the smile on my face go away if I wanted to. I'm too happy to care.
"I'm gonna make you so happy, babe," Hawk says as he pulls me into a bear hug.
When he releases me, I say, "I know."
He steps away and says, "I gotta go. See you tomorrow?"
"Count on it," I reply and with that, he turns to leave.
