“You know what, I think Anna-Marie might be with Alexis for a few hours. Why don’t we get a bite to eat, and then I’ll drive you home?”
“Just home?”
“Just home. You need to get over your boyfriend before you go riding any more horses.”
Delia chuckles softly.
“Thank you…”
“Leo, Leo Westwood, I’m the newest dancer on the show, but I’m going to be the winner.”
“Well I’ll be voting for you, for sure,” Delia says, taking my hand as we leave the bar.
Later that night while holding my dick and pleasuring myself, I can’t help my thoughts drifting to the only woman I’ve ever considered marrying. Her sweet laugh, her brunette hair cascading down her back, and the sparkle in her eyes full of optimism for her future. We drifted apart, but I don’t really understand why I let it happen. I’ll probably never know, which makes me think I’m destined to live alone for the rest of my life.