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I clear my throat and step forward into the room. Crush releases her and sits in one of the chairs seated in front of the board. This has to be one of the nicest studios I have ever been in, especially for a home studio. There is something warm and inviting about it.
“Is everything okay,” I ask not able to hide my concern.
“Yeah, I’m just being stupid,” Kitty says wiping at her face some more.
“You are not being stupid,” Crush hisses at her. “You are grieving. You are welcome to grieve.”
“We don’t have to do this today,” I offer as I get closer and look down at her.
“I told her the same thing,” Crush grumbles as he looks at Kitty with disapproval.
“No, I told you it is fine. I have to move forward it has been long enough. I’ll just go upstairs and wash my face and I’ll be fine. I’ll bring you a new shirt too,” Kitty insists.
“I don’t need a shirt, it’s cool.”
“Well can I get you guys something to drink,” Kitty asks as she stands and looks up at me with a weak smile. I want to kiss her right now and tell her it will be okay. Her lips look so soft from her crying and I want to sooth all her worries with my own lips.
“I’m fine,” I reply, clearing my throat.
“I could take another water,” Crush says as he starts to work with the board.
“Okay, I’ll bring down a case of water to stock the refrigerator down here,” she says turning for the stairs.
“Do you need help,” I ask.
She looks back over her shoulder and gives me a big smile this time. She shrugs her small shoulders. “Sure why not, come on,” she says.
I fall in step behind her as she starts the upstairs. I watch her hips sway as she moves gracefully. It would be so easy to just reach out and wrap my arms around her waist but I push those thoughts aside and follow her to the kitchen.
“I’ll just run in the powder room on this floor. There is a case of water in the pantry. You can help yourself to anything in there. Make yourself at home; I’ll be right back to help.” She backs out of the kitchen smiling at me turning once she is over the kitchen threshold.
I enter the fully stocked pantry and grab a container of peanuts and a case of water. Kitty is already back pulling pans from the refrigerator and placing them on the counter top. I sit the water and nuts down on the floor next to the counter and straighten to watch her.
“Are you hungry,” Kitty asks. “I tend to cook when I’m nervous and I was sort of nervous this morning and I thought… well I thought you guys may get hungry while you’re here.”
“I won’t deny something to eat,” I smile.
Kitty smiles and reaches for a plate. “It’s stuffed shells and spinach casserole. I can make something else if you don’t eat that,” she says nervously then wrinkles her cute little nose as she looks down at the dishes in front of her.
I chuckle, “It’s fine and I am sure it tastes great.”
Her smile returns and she starts to place food on the plate. She pops it in the microwave and turns back to start another plate. I move up behind her and cage her in with my arms on the counter. I bend to inhale her hair and the smell of peaches and lavender assaults my senses. It is such a fresh and sweet smell.
Kitty turns to face me and our faces are inches from each other. In just one short breath I could close the space between our lips and put myself out of my misery. Kitty looks into my eyes seeming to be searching for my thoughts and then her gaze travels down to my lips.
“Are you really okay?” I ask.
Her eyes water and her nostrils flare but before I can say another word Kitty gasps and wraps her arms around my neck burying her face there as well. She is holding on to me so tightly, it shocks me that someone so small can hold me so fiercely. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close.
“Rage, you have no idea what you mean to me,” she says softly. “Linc is always there for me when I’m a mess like