‘You’re right.’ She nodded. ‘So, come on! Tell me, where are you up to? What do you love about it? What do you think of Rocco? What d’you think’s going to happen next?’
‘So many questions!’ I smiled. ‘What time’s the rehearsal dinner?’
‘In about an hour.’
‘And how long do you think you’ll need to get ready?’
‘Hmmm, probably about an hour and a half,’ she laughed. ‘I suppose I better get started.’
‘Good idea.’
‘But do you promise that you’ll tell me everything at dinner? I’m dying to know!’
‘Promise.’
‘Can’t wait!’
Sarah’s face brightened. Warmth filled my chest.
Who knew that telling her I enjoyed her book would make her so excited?
But as she darted back through the patio doors to get ready, the realisation hit me: Sarah was about to get ready.
In a few minutes she’d be naked in the shower just metres away from where I was sitting right now.
Then she’d come into the room.
Probably with just a flimsy towel wrapped around her.
I didn’t know if I could be in the same room without it getting weird.
Or without getting hard.
There was only one solution. I needed to remove myself from the situation.
I jumped up, picked up the book, returned to the room, then sent Sarah a quick text.
Me
Going for a walk. Let me know when you’re dressed and I’ll come back.
Once I’d showered, it wouldn’t take me long to get ready.
The most important thing was that I stayed focused.
I needed to be thinking about how best to make Sarah feel comfortable and confident when she came face to face with her ex.
Not thinking about her sitting on my face and how good Sarah would taste if she did.
These kinds of thoughts about Sarah were becoming increasingly frequent. And increasingly filthy.
Yes. It was definitely time for me to leave the room.
Before I made the mistake of attempting to act on them.
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