I’d told him I’d hiked a lot during my time at CU. “You’ll kick my butt.” I laughed. But I’m game if you are.” Now his other hand crept up my stomach and his finger traced the elastic waistband of my panties.”
“I thought I got rid of these.” His hand dipped inside and I had no complaints. I was definitely good with one for the road.
“This is it?I love these old neighborhoods.” Hunter pulled into the empty space in front of the house I’d grown up in and cut the engine. I sat for a minute, not sure of what to say. Already missing him.
He grabbed my hand before I could jump out. “I had a really good time.”
This giant lump formed in my throat. I knew we had plans for Tuesday but a part of me worried it would somehow fall through. Sincerity laced his voice though. And his eyes drank me in. I leaned across the center console. “So did I.” I sighed against his lips.
When we finally pulled apart, my eyes stung. Stupid. I tried blinking the threatening tears away but he wasn’t fooled. “What’s wrong babe?”
I shook my head and laughed. “Nothing.” I wiped at one eye. “I don’t even know. I guess it’s just been a crazy weekend. It’s all kind of catching up with me.” I was so happy with him. I faced all kinds of change. Change I embraced. Still, it was a lot.
“Don’t let that bitch get you down.” He had a hold of my chin. “It was a dead end job anyway. You’re better than that.” I nodded. I could believe him… almost. “Text me how it goes. Good or bad. Promise?” I nodded again.
“Say ‘Hi’ to Gert for me?”
I got one more look at him. Just in case. “I could tell she liked you. She’ll be thrilled.” He raised my hand to his lips and pressed his mouth against it. One more kiss and I needed to tear myself away.
I opened the door, ran up the sidewalk and then slipped in my parent’s front door.
He didn’t drive off until I closed it behind me. My gut clenched. I couldn’t help thinking this was all too good to be true.
My parents, thankfullyweren’t home. They were probably over at Simon’s house. He and his girlfriend liked to host a Sunday brunch about once a month. I was grateful to miss this week.
So I showered, changed, did some laundry and in-between a few naps, wrote in my journal. Not surprisingly, almost everything I journaled was about Hunter. What we’d done, how he made me feel, and stuff about his marriage. Writing it down helped me process it all.
At about four o’clock, a text came in.
Hunter:There’s strawberry ice cream all over my room
I’ll bet. I licked my lips and remembered the white stuff on my dress.
Me:Are you sure it’s all ice cream? I watched a minute as the three dots bounced around in the bubble.
Hunter:You’ve got a point.
I followed up by texting him a link on how to remove sperm stains from linen.
Me:But you probably already know this.
Hunter:LOL
Hunter:Gran says ‘Hi’ back. She thinks you’re adorable. I told her I did too.
Me:the feeling’s mutual. I think your gran’s adorable too.
Hunter:You’re funny. You know that?
Me:(Heart emoji)
As soon as I hit send, I hoped it wasn’t too much. Would it freak him out?
Hunter:Good luck tomorrow. Don’t forget to tell me how it goes.
Me:I won’t
Hunter:(Heart emoji)
