I Can Taste Him On Your Lips
1
“Do you like it?” Jason asked from where he stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around my middle as we stood in front of our new home.
“It’s beautiful.” I said smiling and turned around to peck him lightly on the lips.
It had been almost four years since Jason and I got married, me at the young age of 19 when we tied the knot, and he was all I’ve ever known when it came to love. We had been together from the beginning of high school, and so when I finally graduated, the only logical thing I could think to do was get married.
My mother was thrilled to death when we announce our engagement. She told me over and over that she was so proud that I was settling down with a good man who would support and take care of me. To me that was a sign that I was doing the right thing.
There had never been anything that made me doubt my love for him.
The door of the house to the right of ours opened and a pleasant looking woman, who looked no older than 40, stepped out and waved to us with a smile.
I lifted my arm and waved back as she made her way across her lawn and over onto the sidewalk to stand next to us.
“Well aren’t you two just the cutest couple.” She said making me blush. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Isobel.”
“I’m Christine.” I replied, and was shocked when she pulled me into a light hug.
“Jason.” He said simply with a small smile.
“I would be offended if you didn’t let me invite you over for dinner tonight.” Isobel joked after releasing me.
“We would love to.”
~~
Later that night I was sitting at Isobel’s dining room table, and various sweet smelling aromas drifted into the room from the kitchen.
Jason was engaged in a deep conversation about sports with Peter, Isobel’s husband, while I merely shook my head lightly at their words.
“Men and their sports.” Isobel said, speaking the words I was thinking, as she walked into the room.
“You like watching the Ravens win as much as I do,” Peter joked.
We ended up staying fairly late that night, sitting around well after we had finished eating, sipping on wine and just talking with one another.
It was a nice experience to spend time with a couple almost twice our age, and I couldn’t help but wish Jason and I would end up like that when we get to that age.
I could only wish.
“It’s beautiful.” I said smiling and turned around to peck him lightly on the lips.
It had been almost four years since Jason and I got married, me at the young age of 19 when we tied the knot, and he was all I’ve ever known when it came to love. We had been together from the beginning of high school, and so when I finally graduated, the only logical thing I could think to do was get married.
My mother was thrilled to death when we announce our engagement. She told me over and over that she was so proud that I was settling down with a good man who would support and take care of me. To me that was a sign that I was doing the right thing.
There had never been anything that made me doubt my love for him.
The door of the house to the right of ours opened and a pleasant looking woman, who looked no older than 40, stepped out and waved to us with a smile.
I lifted my arm and waved back as she made her way across her lawn and over onto the sidewalk to stand next to us.
“Well aren’t you two just the cutest couple.” She said making me blush. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Isobel.”
“I’m Christine.” I replied, and was shocked when she pulled me into a light hug.
“Jason.” He said simply with a small smile.
“I would be offended if you didn’t let me invite you over for dinner tonight.” Isobel joked after releasing me.
“We would love to.”
~~
Later that night I was sitting at Isobel’s dining room table, and various sweet smelling aromas drifted into the room from the kitchen.
Jason was engaged in a deep conversation about sports with Peter, Isobel’s husband, while I merely shook my head lightly at their words.
“Men and their sports.” Isobel said, speaking the words I was thinking, as she walked into the room.
“You like watching the Ravens win as much as I do,” Peter joked.
We ended up staying fairly late that night, sitting around well after we had finished eating, sipping on wine and just talking with one another.
It was a nice experience to spend time with a couple almost twice our age, and I couldn’t help but wish Jason and I would end up like that when we get to that age.
I could only wish.
Notes
So another new story :PI hope this didn't suck and that people actually read it~
Anyway, tell me what you think of the first chapter!
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4/10/13