“Sometimes, when someone loves another, the height of their affection is unimaginable,” Erica said. Enjoy Part 4.
Erica and Harry stood looking out the window of her house at a full moon. She took his hand and squeezed. “I’ve been sick this week,” she said. “But I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you would’ve told me to rest and not come to see me,” she said. “And I needed to see you this week. This week was important, more than the other times.”
“You’re scaring me,” he said. “Are you dying?”
“No,” she said. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what is it?” he asked.
“Sometimes, when someone loves another, the height of their affection is unimaginable,” she said. “Do you agree?” He told her yes. “And sometimes that affectionate can take over a person.” She stared at him. “I mean take them over. Consume them, like fire consumes a building. That’s where we are. Can you feel what I’m saying? In here?” She poked him in the chest. “In your heart?”
She made him nervous at times. He would not be surprised to learn she was dangerous, a psychotic person. But she was like a drug. He could not get enough of her. “I agree,” he said. “We are there.”
“Good, let’s go on the ride,” she said.
They walked out the back door of her six thousand square feet house on the waterfront. She led him by the hand to the canoe. A picnic basket was inside. He looked at her. “What am I going to do with you?” he said and kissed her.
He helped her inside. Then he got in and grabbed the oars.
She told him how romantic he was as he rowed them out into the darkness. They were quiet and listened to the water. After ten minutes of rowing, she asked him to stop. The canoe drifted. He leaned in and kissed her.
“Did you enjoy our unrushed time tonight?” she said with playful eyes.
“You know I did,” he said. “It was the best. One day it’ll be forever.”
“Good,” she said. “Because you’ll like what I have for you.” He looked her up and down. “Not that yet. A gift silly. There.” She nodded at the picnic basket. “Pick it up and open it. It’s heavy. Don’t be slow about opening it. Don’t torture me.” She ran her tongue over her lips. “I’m anxious to see if you like it.”
“It’s coming from you,” he said. “I love everything you get me.” He picked up the basket and put it in his lap. “It is heavy.” The canoe shifted from left to right. He could not stop smiling. “You’re so beautiful.” He lifted the lid and squinted. The moonlight was not enough light for him to see.
“Wait,” she said. “It’s too dark. You can’t see it. I have a flashlight. Cover your eyes. Don’t ruin your surprise.”
She reached into her pocket and removed a small flashlight. “Don’t look,” she said. She leaned toward him and pointed the beam inside the picnic basket. “Open them.”
He opened his eyes, smiling. His expression shot to pure horror. “Oh…what the hell…what the hell!”
I hope Part 4 gave you an idea of Erica’s surprise. You’ll discover her love knows no boundaries. How about yours?
I’ll see you tomorrow.