The longer that Jeanine was with me, the more comfortable I got with her. It just felt like this was how it was supposed to be, and being apart didn't make sense. She was fighting it, tooth and nail, but I wasn't going to let it bother me. I knew deep down that this was the way it was going to be. I usually didn't feel all this fated nonsense, but things were different now. I finally knew where I stood.

So, when things got a little heated one night and she went up to bed, I knew that this would be the night that she gave in. I had been waiting for this, since she got back, but I was sure that she would finally come to me in the night. I had been thinking about it for a while now and I didn't know if it was just hope, but I was convinced that tonight, was the night.

When I got out of the shower and laid down, it was about eleven o'clock. I kept looking at the clock on the wall, sure that it was broken. It was somehow going too fast and as the time sped by, she never showed up. It was beyond frustrating. I had thought for sure that she was finally going to forget her silly ideas that we were going to get divorced.

At around two in the morning, I couldn't sleep anymore. I hadn't been able to sleep at all really, but I couldn't even try anymore. I didn't want to lay there, waiting for the door to open. It was becoming quite clear that it wasn't going to open at all.

So, I went down the hallway, stopping at her door. While I had told her that my door was always open, she certainly had not said the same thing for hers. I knew that I couldn't just walk in there, even though I badly wanted to.

I stood there for several moments, fighting the urge to knock and wondering in the back of my mind, what would happen if I did. Would she get mad, or would she be waiting for me, as I have been waiting for her?

I almost talked myself into it, but at the last moment I went back towards my room. It was better to wait, then to jump the gun. I was just going to have to take my time with her, no matter how much I was struggling with the patience to wait.

I cursed myself and the woman that was driving me insane. This had sounded like such a good idea when I first heard about it from my lawyer. I was sure that it was going to work out how I predicted and according to that, she should already be in my arms. But she wasn’t. She was down the hall or playing with herself in the shower. If I didn’t find a way in soon, I might lose her forever and I just couldn’t have that.

Then morning came, and I saw her downstairs, wearing one of my T-shirts that I had leant her when she first came back. I did love to see the way it draped over her body and came down about mid-thigh. I wanted to lift up the hem of it and see if she had panties on. Jeanine was known to be a bad girl, but I was trying hard not to get too hands on.

It was killing me though. Not touching her was physically hurting me. I didn’t know how else to say it. And when I saw her like this, in the kitchen, looking back at me with those big green eyes of hers, I had to remind myself that I couldn’t just grab her up when I wanted to.

“Morning Jeanine. You look lovely.”

Her hand went to her hair. “I look a right mess I would imagine. I haven’t been able to find my brush. I need to go get one. I can’t walk around like this.”

The funny thing was, that she truly believed that. I saw it as wild and untamed, but she saw it as messy and unruly. It was all about perspective, but I took the opportunity to help her out and maybe get my hands on her a bit.

“Do you want me to grab the one out of my room? It is a little different than what you are used to, but I can show you how to use it.”

She scoffed at the offer until I brought it back out.

“Okay, you can have at it. I can’t say that I would hate it.”

I remembered well how much she liked when I ran my fingers through her hair. It was long and red. I had played with it many times and I recall very clearly how it would make her react. She really liked it and it always led to good things in the past.

After a moment of indecision, she came and sat between my legs on the couch. It was another familiar moment that I wanted to make intimate and it wasn’t long before I had her hair brushed and she was shivering slightly from the way my hands played in her strands.

“I don’t know what you do to me Craig, but that always feels so good.”

“There are other things that I can do to you to make you feel even better.”

My words made her shiver a little bit because she knew that I was speaking the truth. All she could think about was how good I would feel inside of her, I hoped. I knew that it would certainly make me feel better. A whole lot better, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Teetering on the edge, but not quite there yet.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“If I didn’t know any better, Jeanine. I would think that you actually were trying to sidetrack me and get me off of the subject we were on.”

“You’re right. Let’s go. It will probably help me sleep.”

“I know what else would help you sleep, wife.”

She stopped and looked back at me, “Yeah, and what is that?”