Chapter 8

Winston was yanked out of a sound sleep by a knocking on the door. He stumbled from the bed and staggered to the door, peering through the peak hole to see Iris standing in the hallway. He opened the door to reveal her completely, wearing a pretty yellow sun dress. She was surprised to see him in his boxers and a tee shirt.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

Iris pushed by him into the room and Winston closed the door.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"It seemed stupid to me that you were in town and we weren't going to see each other again,' she said. "Do you want to have breakfast or something?"

He smiled. "You came all the way over here just to invite me out for breakfast? You could have called and askā€¦.."

Iris cut him off with a spontaneous kiss, catching him off balance and he took a few staggered steps back.

"I don't know why I ever allowed you to leave my life," she said. "I love you," she revealed.

"I love you too," he told her.

Iris wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," She said, cocking her head and Winston pressed a passionate smooch to her lips.

"Good morning, Sunshine," he whispered with a grin while running his hands through her hair.

"I've waited so long just to have this chance," Iris told him.

Winston slid his hands down her sides and he felt her shiver. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Iris sounded breathless when she leaned in and kissed him again.

"I don't deserve this," she sighed.

"Well, I do!" Winston joked.

She laughed and then she pulled him toward the unmade bed, pushing him down onto the mattress and falling on top of him.

"I missed you Iris," Winston confessed, kissing her with passion.

"I wish you didn't have to leave again," she groaned sadly.

"This time it won't be forever," he promised, kissing her on the cheek.

"Winston," Iris choked on the tears streaming down her face.

"Shh," he told her, wiping the tears from her cheeks but he couldn't keep up with the steady flow.

"I'm so sorry about what happened to us," she sobbed. "You were my dream," she said. "It was always you and now that I have you back I don't want you to leave ever again."

"I'll put my retirement request in as soon as I get back," Winston promised.

"I couldn't ask you to give up your career," she moaned.

"The Navy is what happened to me after you," he said. "If I can have you back, I don't need the Navy anymore."

"I missed you so much it hurt," Iris whispered before kissing him again.

Winston hitched up her dress until her white panties were exposed and he slipped one of his hands inside the material until he felt her soft buns in his hands. Iris stared down at him, some of her remaining tears dripping on his face and she smiled.

"You're beautiful," he told her.

Iris sat up and pulled the dress off over her head, revealing her white laced bra.

"Are you sure?" Winston asked as he lifted his hand up and began to pull her bra off.

"Winston I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

They missed breakfast, of course, spending the morning making love, ravishing each other in Room 222, Iris crying for her mom and for the past and for all the hurt and loss she had caused. Winston soothed and cuddled and caressed her while making gentle love. They were forty but it felt like they were eighteen again and Winston knew it should have been him all along.

They were sprawled naked in the bed, the curtains drawn to keep it dim with Iris cuddled against her Sailor. It was a perfect day in so many ways.

"Do you want to go to lunch?" Winston asked.

"I never want to leave this bed," Iris laughed.

"You'll get no complaints from me!" Winston smiled.

They talked about the florist shop and how Winston could join the team. He worked there enough to know what was expected and required and he was excited about coming home. There was plenty of room for him at the McMullan house and there was something warm about moving in there with Iris.

"But we won't be neighbors anymore," Winston joked.

"We'll always be neighborly," Iris smiled as she rolled on top of him and began to make love to him again.