No, they haven’t, largely because I usually stay far away from them.Interesting.
No, but noted. Will you fuck that guy again?
Were you watching us?
Shit.
Interrupting more like.
Was the alarm you?
Guilty. Though it was better than cutting out his tongue. I think.
Too much?
Are you always so possessive?
I’ve never had anything to be possessive about before. Never felt that hot irrationality of watching someone else touch someone I wanted.
Only with you. The thought of him touching you makes me see red.
Her dots bounce for a little while, and I fidget on my rickety wooden chair.
I don’t know what this is. So I don’t know if I’ll have sex with him again. Is sex something you want with me?
Staring at my phone, I swallow hard because I haven’t really allowed myself to believe we could be any more than this.
I want everything. To worship you. To keep you safe. To be back where I belong.
Sending it feels like dumping my innards on the table and hoping she accepts them.
We can’t exactly go to dinner in your heart-eyed balaclava.
Stifling a laugh, I down the last of my pint.
I just need a little time.
My roommate is out tonight. You could come by… We could get to know each other a bit more. I’d like to hear more of the voice you found. And be kissed the way you kissed me the other day.
There is nothing I want more.
Deal.
You know where to find me.
Oh, do I ever. An unfamiliar sensation squirms through me, unlike anything I’ve felt before. Like maybe the years between were worth it.
If they brought me back to her.
She opens the door before I knock.
Was my darling waiting for me? That hits me right in the chest. Not to mention that she’s opened the door in nothing but my t-shirt. I’m assuming nothing at least.There could be panties. The way her chest peaks in the cold night air tells me there’s no bra.
Damn, if my blood pressure increases anymore, something’s going to implode.
It’ll be my first time coming through the door invited. And it leaves me strangely nervous.
I hold up the paper bag that the delivery driver just dropped off at the pub. Half a delaying tactic so she doesn’t think I’ve been sitting outside all evening, and half something to make her smile. She looks at it, then at me.
