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It could have been our only day. At the time, I didn’t want it to be our only day together, but it could have been. It could have been the worst decision I’ve ever made or the best decision of my life. I feel like there’s no in-between.
I got in the car first thing in the morning, and I knew that I had about 15 minutes to decide. I could change my mind now, and nothing would happen. But I knew for myself that if I drove in that direction, my course was set. But then again, if I hadn’t been sure about it, I wouldn’t have made the plan or gotten in the car. But I did.
I just had to hope that I wasn’t going to regret it.
First was a stop for breakfast. Taco Bell breakfast. Definitely not healthy, but pretty delicious. I ordered a double of my favorite meal, paid, and let Richard know I was on my way.
“ETA 9 am.” Right on schedule.
I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being on time. I often was running late for things, so I was glad I made it out of the house when I planned to.
My phone buzzed and the text scrolled across my watch face, “So, this is really happening.”
I used the voice text to respond, “Yep.”
I pulled into the parking lot and parked, gathering up my stuff. “I’m here,” I texted back, and then I slipped my phone into the pocket of my green sweater dress.
I could feel my heart pounding a little harder as I walked up to the building’s front door. I only had a few seconds to stand there before I could see him coming out to get me. He wore a bright orange T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants. I expected to feel something significant about being face to face with him after all the texts we sent, but I didn’t. It felt just like every other time he’d let me into his apartment. Comfortable. Natural. Right.
By the time I put my stuff down, we were talking as we always did. Comfortable. Natural.
“You were supposed to take your leggings off in the car,” he said.
“Oh, was I? I didn’t see that. Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll do it now.” I slipped the leggings off, leaving on my thong panties which were already soaking wet with my arousal. I sat on the edge of the ottoman. It was pushed up against an overly large armchair, big enough for the two of us to sit comfortably.
He sat down next to me and kissed me. “I keep thinking,” he said, “that we could still change our minds. Like we could just not do the bad things.”
“Yep,” I said, “but I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind.” He kissed me again, and any feelings that it wasn’t going to happen were completely erased. There was no chance in the world I was going to walk away from Richard’s arms.
“We should eat,” he said.
“We should,” I agreed, even though the butterflies in my stomach were going insane.
We went and sat at the table to eat, having a very friendly, casual conversation about the food, about life, about nothing in particular. If there is one thing Richard and I could do, it was talk. I have never felt so comfortable in the presence of another human being.
Maybe it’s because our conversations have been so deep, full of emotion, humor, and desire. And, dare I say, love? But no. We weren’t supposed to go down that path, and certainly not this quickly. But when we were messaging a few days before, Richard said, “Eventually, it’ll be soft, and slow, and not ‘I’m going to use you like the fucking set of holes you are.’ And that will be when we can’t get any worse.”
And I responded, “I think ‘eventually’ is going to come sooner than later.”