HEAD OVER HEELS: WHERE'S THE BEEF (PART 4)
When my song was done, he took my hand and led me back to my table. "Kate," he said, his eyes glistening, "That was sexiest thing I've ever heard. I wanted you so badly my belly hurt."
I let my arm rest on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "You are so sweet . . . " I felt like I should say more, but didn't know what. I was stunned. Punch drunk. I thought I heard my friends calling, "Encore, encore," but I was mesmerized by the moment, by Clint. His face was wavering before my eyes--losing its ever fixed look of intellectual curiosity--rare for an Ivy League professor.
My lips tingled as I invited his, to meet mine. "Kiss me, Clint." I heard myself growl. "Show me you mean it."
To the delight of my friends--he did--for one long and glorious moment. Shivers ran down my spine. Not from the tenderness in our kiss as I'd had always imagined, but from hunger--a raw urgency--one I wouldn't have guessed existed in either of us.
"How much longer do you plan to stay." I asked.
"Until they kick my ass out. "
What? How uncharacteristic is that, I thought. But I kept my cool. "Clint, give me a few minutes. Gotta say goodnight to my friends. Then, will you walk me home? As you mentioned earlier?"
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The streets and sidewalks had emptied out. It felt like we were the only two people in the world left in Harvard Square. Silently we walked hand in hand with our arms swinging. For whatever reason, I didn't want to break whatever it was that seemed to be surrounding us on this brisk September night.
Hardly a magic spell, but it had to be as close to one as I'd ever come.
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Crossing over from Church Street, we soon found ourselves on Tory Row headed for the Longfellow House. "Where did you park?" I asked breaking our silence.
"Back of you. I think anyway," he said pointing into the distance. "Isn't that your place over there?"
"It is. Convenient," I quipped, "and should you decide to spend the night in your car, I'll be able to pass you a roll and coffee through my back window."
"That's what I thought," he said giving my hand a squeeze."
"You're serious aren't you? You DID park behind my place."
Chuckling he said, "I did. This morning it was the only parking spot left in close proximity to Emerson Hall. The attendant gave me a free 24 hour pass. He's a student. Not in my ethics class. Thank God."
As we left the red bricks, we veered into the courtyard and Clint grasped my arm. I could tell he'd slipped into an alert mode and was keeping a keener eye out for safety . . . yet at the same time, his head kept turning. It took me awhile before I realized he was admiring the grandeur of it all. For some indiscernible reason, that pleased me. "Clint. You like this place. Don't you?"
"I do. I've been all over the main campus, but never walked through here. It's classic, beautiful and mysterious. Timeless. Like you."
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Reaching the chapel we entered a long portico that led past the mail room on to the rose garden. From there it was a short distance to my place. Once there, Clint waited for me to find my keys and directed my attention to the long privet hedge that separated the parking area from the building. Smiling, he hit a button on his car keys that made his car lights flash.
"What did I tell you? Now do you believe me?"
"Yes," I said pointing to the windows on the left, "and see those amber lights in the window? That's my place. You couldn't have come any closer."
"I figured as much. Now you know I'm an honest man, so, I will bid you farewell if you'll promise to wave to me from your window." Taking my hand in his, he kissed it like a knight of old. "Goodnight Kate, it's been a most enjoyable evening."
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Rushing to my back bedroom, I threw open my window just in time to see Clint unlocking his car door. "Hey," I called out to him, "is that how you always leave a hot babe ?"
With a grin on his face he closed his car door and came over to where I stood in the window. "No, it isn't Kate. I was remiss in not giving you a proper goodbye." Extending his arms upward, he cupped my face in his palms and kissed me. Over and over again. Finally he murmured. "I can't leave you like this Kate. I need some coffee before I drive. Can you manage that?"
"You're serious aren't you?"
"Never been more so," he said making noises like a wounded man as he got his right foot secured on the ledge and his left leg poked through the window casing.
In the process of helping him climb all the way through we ended up giggling like a couple of kids. "Shush," I warned him, "we'll get in big ass trouble if security catches us."
Trying to push against the frame for leverage, he lost his balance and fell against me. Together, head over heels, we rolled off the window ledge on to the sofa below. Seeing he was okay, I covered him over with my down throw and told him, "Rest, I'll make us some breakfast."
I had an intellectual choice before me. Do I take advantage of this situation or not?
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To Be Continued: Part 5
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