A Traveling Man.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
He's a traveling man, but... he's coming back... for her.

Submitted: June 21, 2017

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Submitted: June 20, 2017




“I’m goin’ back to New York real soon… but I’m comin’ back—in ‘bout three weeks time.”

“—You comin’ back to stay?” Tess asked, burying the side of her face into his sturdy chest.

“Nah, I ain’t…”


“—I… want you to come back wit’ me.”

Tess went limp in his arms for only a moment. Then, she backed away, breaking Reggie’s secure embrace. She stared deep into his brown eyes and for the briefest second, she squinted—as if she had momentarily considered the idea.

“Me…? A lil’ country gal like me don’t belong in the big city.”

Reggie bridged the gap between them and gripped her chin.

“You belong wherever I am,” he said, admiring the softly defined cut of her high-cheek bones. “Say you’ll come back with me.”

With wide eyes, Tess stared discerningly, trying to comprehend the weight of his request. If Reggie had gazed back any longer, her eyes might have swallowed him whole. But, he did not succumb. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her swiftly. He familiarized one hand with the fragile nape of her tender neck and firmly gripped her waist with the other.

Tess shuddered at his touch. He knew her, some kind of way, from some life… Her soul leapt to be in his care—to have his hands coiled around her body—to have his strength provide her with the opportunity to be… soft—to be vulnerable, for once.

“Say it—” he breathed between kisses.

And Tess, being so innocent and in this moment so terribly weak, pulled away and pressed her open palms against either side of her face.

Reggie, feeling both proud and insecure, silently awaited her response.

“I’ll—I’ll think about it.” She finally answered, quietly gazing across at him.

“So, you’ll have my answer when I come back?”

Tess nodded silently.

“I’ll be lookin’ forward to it…” he said, slowly turning on his heel. “I… better let you change cloze ‘fore you catch cold—”


Reggie stopped in his tracks and waited patiently for her to speak.

“You—You talk to God…?”

Taken aback, Reggie paused for a moment. Then, with a smirk, he answered. “I’m a regular Moses, I guess.”

Tess smiled and glanced down at the floor.

“And… what does He say 'bout me?” She asked.

“Oh… I don’t know,” he responded. “I guess I’m less like Moses and more like Paul.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… He shows me things sometimes.”


“But, if you mus’ know, He led me to you—and you entertained me well.”

A flurry of emotions flooded Tess’s face. Then she squinted her eyes and twisted her lip to contest.

“Entertain you? You callin’ me a clown, city-boy?”

Reggie’s smirk snaked into a wide grin.

“You know, is’sa sin to lie!” She spat out.

“Naw, I mean it—”

“Well, I’m glad you think I’m funny!” 

Reggie, now chuckling, moved towards Tess and firmly took hold of her hands. “Hebrews,” he said, rubbing small circles into the back of each hand. “Hebrews 13:2—”


Reggie said nothing. Instead, he gently kissed her forehead, turned on his heel, and left the room.


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