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Chapter Forty-eight
The Apple of My Eye
"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. His left
hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me."
~ Song of Solomon 2:5, 6 ~
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pale light of day filtered through the bedroom curtains as Charlie awoke from her
sleep. When she turned to find Adam, she was met by a look of wonder from his intent
loving eyes.
"I was watching you sleep," he said in a hushed voice, gently brushing
back her long hair from her face. "You're such a miracle, Charlie-girl."
Adam kissed her and the time slipped by them once again. They were so preoccupied
with each other, that there was little distinction between day and night. It was
only after daylight had faded once more from the curtained window, that Charlie realized
they had forgotten something.
"I'm hungry," she announced, as Adam lie beside her with an arm around
her waist.
"What are you talking about?" he sighed contentedly. "We just ate."
"I don't feel like we just ate," she replied. "Where did you hide
the clock?"
"I'm not telling you," he smiled.
"Aren't you hungry?" asked Charlie. "If I am, then you must be also."
"I'm subsisting on love," Adam replied, burying his face in the nape of
her neck.
"I'm getting up," she declared, reaching for her clothes. "It might
be early enough to be breakfast, but since you won't tell me where the clock is,
I'll go fix dinner. Mae left us enough food to last several days."
"I'll have to remember to thank her," Adam sighed reluctantly, as Charlie
left the bedroom and went to the kitchen.
He soon dressed and joined Charlie in the kitchen to help her prepare the meal.
"You know, this is more than a honeymoon for me," reflected Adam, preheating
the oven as directed by Charlie. "I've been living out of a suitcase for so
long, that this feels like a vacation. I almost feel guilty. I wouldn't be a bit
surprised if Melvin suddenly popped through the door and told me that I'm late for
some gig."
"If Melvin does pop in," answered Charlie with a laugh, "then
I hope you just pop him back out!"
"Why don't we go for a walk after we eat?" suggested Adam, a hint of playfulness
in his voice. "It's dark out, and no one will see us."
"What's with you?" she smiled. "You sound like a little boy who just
got a new toy!"
Adam went over to Charlie and embraced her lovingly.
"You have to let me go, otherwise I can't fix dinner," she warned him.
"Never," he whispered.
"Adam," she laughed, "I'm serious! Let me go!"
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