L Bomb

11 pm in bed. Lights are out, the air conditioning blares and a soft glow comes off the halogen lights of the adjacent building and through the closed verticle blinds. It leave verticle stripes and shadows through the room. R&B plays in the back ground.

She: I'm sorry if I cornered you in bed last night
He: No, not really... I mean you didn't move around in bed that much. You did hog the blanket, but that's not new.
She: (Chuckles) No silly. The other thing.
He: Oh, The L bomb.
She: What?
He: The other thing.
She: You mean that - I love you.
He: Well, I wouldn't have said it back, if I didn't mean it.
She: It's okay if you're not ready. I mean we're all differant people with differant experiances who arrive at differant conclusions...
He: (tries to interrupt) but
She: I mean that pregnant pause.. I could see that your brain was working - 'well, I could say it back and we'd make out, or I could not say it and be in the dog house,' and well, that's okay. You don't have to say it back just because I did.

(Pause)

He: (touches her face with his calloused palm. Smooth and warm) Well, the pause was for dramatic affect and could we not use the word pregnant?
She: (pouts) I'm being serious.
He: Well, so am I. Love is not a term I throw around lightly, and yes you did catch me by surprise. And I was thinking during that pause, but not about my options, but about how great life is to have given me a gorgeous girl who loves me. I'm crazy about you.

(She kisses him on the cheek)

She: You're sweet.
He: And I love you.
She: Really?
He: Absolutely. Everything about you.

(She moves her body closer to his, wraps her legs around him)

He: Well, see now you are cornering me.
She: Well, I'm sure you can figure a way out.