Chapter 5

Wendy was surprised later when Freddie kept his glasses on when she kept the lights on.

"Aren't you going to take your glasses off?" She asked as they lay naked together on the bed.

"No," he answered.

"Why not?" She frowned.

"For the same reason you want to keep the lights on," he answered. "I want to see you."

"I'm not much to look at," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You're everything to me," Freddie told her, giving her a kiss.

"Maybe we should turn the lights off after all," she said.

"I'm still not taking my glasses off," Freddie smirked, kissing her again.

"I'm the one who fitted you for those glasses," Wendy reminded him.

"I know," he said happily. "For the first time in my life, I really see things clearly now."

"Do you really only have eyes for me?" Wendy needed to know.

"I do," Freddie confirmed, kissing her one more time before maneuvering himself on top of her.

She smiled happily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs for him.

In the dawn of the early morning, Freddie awoke when he felt movement in the bed. He turned to see Wendy slipping out from underneath the covers, still naked from last night's lovemaking.

"Wait," Freddie said, searching for his glasses on the nearby night table. "I want to see you."

"Will you cut it out?" Wendy said with embarrassment.

"I'm being serious," Freddie said, putting his glasses on and looking at her as she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, the hint of her ass crack exposed.

"I'm not used to being ogled," Wendy said uncomfortably.

"You're being admired," Freddie corrected her. "Beauty is something to be appreciated."

She stood and turned to face him. "You make me feel sexy," she admitted.

"You are sexy," Freddie assured her.

"I am?" Wendy asked with surprise. "At our age?"

"More than ever," Freddie replied.

She smiled like a school girl and then turned and headed for the bathroom, Freddie never taking his eyes off of her.

"I Only Have Eyes For You!" He sang out, trying to channel Frank Sinatra.

"Sing it, Baby!" Wendy shouted from the bathroom.

"My love must be kind of blind love/I can't see anyone but you/And dear, I wonder if you find love/An optical illusion too?/Are the starts out tonight?/I don't know if its cloudy or bright/'cause I only have eyes for you, dear/The moon may be high But I can't see a thing in the sky/'Cause I only have eyes for you./ I don't knew if we're in a garden/Or on a crowded avenue/You are here, so am I/maybe millions of people go by/But they all disappear from view/And I only have eyes for you."

Wendy appeared in the doorway with a fascinated look on her face. "You actually learned the song?"

"Just for you," Freddie grinned, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

She laughed as she danced into the room, still naked, and she threw herself onto the bed, giving him a kiss. "I only have eyes for you too," she whispered.