As if he knows what’s happening in my brain, he says, “Dimitri is giving us a five-minute warning.” He lifts me off the table and starts gathering my clothes. With careful, meticulous actions, he dresses me. As each layer returns to my body, I feel less vulnerable.
He smooths out my hair and holds my cheek in the palm of his hand. I imagine a soft, sweet smile across his lips. Everything feels right at this moment.
A new fear sneaks its way into my mind. This is the end. This is it. “Will I ever see you again?”
His thumb brushes against my lips. He breathes two deep breaths before saying, “If you want to.”
I nod. Unlike most men in my life, he follows through on his promises. A stranger I know nothing about other than he rides a motorcycle, is great in bed, and works in my building. Wait … “You have to answer honestly.”
He nods. “I won’t lie to you.”
“Do you work for the Alpha Dogggz Podcast?”
He flinches, and for the first time his voice changes. “Ew.” He shakes his head and returns to the deeper timbre I’m used to. “No, not even on the same floor.”
Giving my body up to someone who thinks there’s only one superior race and who doesn’t believe in pronouns would make me drier than any desert. “Ok, then yes, I want to meet again.”
