I ate more pork and polenta.
Delicious.
Chapter 10
Torture
Blake
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I sat in the window seat in my bedroom with a cup of coffee and stared out at the pines.
Today was Dair’s (and his family’s) last day in Prescott.
And I was extremely bummed about it.
The night before last, the rest of Dair and my date was a great deal better than the beginning of it.
He was witty. Clever. Openly into me. Thought I was funny.
And worth a repeat, openly into me.
A man like that, not just his looks, but confidence, his unceasing energy for life, his humor.
I’d never met a man like him.
Indeed, until getting to know him again, I didn’t know men like him existed.
On our date, after our dinner, we wandered the streets of Prescott and around the square, his arm around my shoulders, mine around his waist.
And it’s safe to say, that felt nice too.
I’d never strolled, connected to a man (or anyone) with no real purpose (except the important mission to get ice cream). No place to go. Just being together, spending time, chatting.
Touching.
We hit the ice cream place. He took his cone, and I took my sundae to a bench on the square. There we sat eating, and while we did, and even after, Dair made up stories about people that passed by that had me bending double from laughing so hard.
It was a toss-up, the walking close together vs. the laughing that hard as to which felt nicer, so in the end, I decided they were a tie.
What wasn’t a toss-up was that, regardless of how it began, by far, my date with Dair was the best I’d had in my life. Bar none.
In fact, not a single one even came close.
And I didn’t think I’d ever laughed that hard.
Ever.
And this was my decision about the date before we made out on my side in the open door of the car. And although it wasn’t as off the hook and all-consuming as when we were going at each other in the kitchen, it was still fabulous.
One could say (and I so did), the man could kiss.
More fabulous, I knew he wanted to kiss me, I wanted him to kiss me (badly—enough couldn’t be said about our kitchen kiss), and he found a time to give that to the both of us.
But he didn’t neck with me in his car outside a house my father and his mother were in, or inside for that matter.
We were grown adults, but I still thought this was him being sweet to me, and respectful of Dad, also his mum.
