Page 55 of David's Love

A bright sun kisses the ground. Colorful leaves adorn the lawn, and the benches are occupied.

People linger, and I don’t blame them.

I would do that, too, but I need to go home and get ready.

I actually started to get lucky last night.

David was in a good mood, and I liked to believe it had to do with the fact that we would see each other today.

Talking to him shifted my mood for the better.

And I felt the same.

In less than twenty-four hours, we’d be together, touching each other and feeling the warmth of our bodies against one another.

I wanted him to be close to me, and it showed. I was filled with lust for him. I was playful and naughty, and my inspiration was abundant.

I stripped and touched myself for him, forgetting about all the other little things that marred my life.

The driver is set to pick me up at two in the afternoon today, so I better snap out of my contemplative state and head home.

I do just that, spinning around unexpectedly when I crush straight into a man’s chest.

At first, I struggle to place him.

“Keith…?”

Man, I haven’t seen this guy in a while. Since that night in the club. It feels like it’s been a decade.

“Liz?”

His eyes move over my face, a knowing smile on his lips. I find it odd, and the moment quickly gets awkward.

“Are you done for the day?” I ask, moving my eyes away from him for a second.

I find his stare in the same place when I shift my eyes back to him.

“Yes. You?”

“I’m heading home.”

“Do you need a ride?’

“Um, no. I’m good.”

“I saw you taking the bus a few times,” he says, and I have this weird feeling that his questions feel like little traps.

“That must’ve been a while ago,” I say. “It’s strange. I’ve never seen you around,” I counteract. “How do you know I was taking the bus?”

“You probably didn’t notice me.”

Not only did I not notice him. He vanished that night, and I never heard from him again.

Strange man.

And I remember how lulled I was, and I even thought he was a good guy. Maybe he is. But I still have this overwhelming feeling that something’s not right about him.

His gaze slides to my backpack, and I tighten my fist around the strap.

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