Page 84 of David's Chase

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, checking the time.

It’s so late.

I take my groceries inside before locking the door, calling a cab, and moving impatiently to the nearest block so that the driver can pick me up sooner rather than later.

Anything to speed up the process.

Hopefully, my mom won’t return because she forgot something. She does that sometimes.

Ignoring that risk, I slide into the cab and tell the driver to move as quickly as possible.

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Later

I parkmy car in front of my place and head to the entrance.

I’ve just about had it with parking it down the street and spending ten minutes walking back to my place.

Relieved, I push through the door.

I’m home.

But I’m late.

I need to take a shower and maybe gobble down a peanut butter sandwich.

My mouth waters as I think about it.

Oh, I’m so happy that I’m home.

I shed my clothes, toss on a robe, put on some music, and make a couple of sandwiches with peanut butter, a sliced banana, and grape jelly before leaving them on the counter and rushing to the bathroom.

It’s almost nine when I exit the shower. I blow dry my hair and put on some makeup. Not much. Only mascara and some concealer.

I need to eat first.

I’m not that good at phone sex when my stomach growls.

He should call around ten––I think.

He said he’d attend a business dinner, so it depends on when that ends.

Am I a little nervous about these business dinners? Yes, I am. I’m not the most secure person in the world.

On the other hand, I can’t afford to obsess over his schedule. We’re not that close—or maybe we are.

I laugh.

I have butterflies in my stomach and that hasn’t happened in a long while. Probably never, but I don’t want to get too technical about it.

I love the feeling, though.

A sweet mix of anticipation, delicious longing, and a slow burning fire waiting to be nourished.

This is probably the best part of any story.

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