Page 57 of David's Love

DAVID

I’d lieif I said I’m not anxious to see her.

She’s late.Her flight is late. And the Halloween party has already started, so I’m waiting for her, all dressed up with a mask in my pocket, too nervous to have a drink.

This is a different kind of party.

It’s a world of people who want to indulge in their darkest fantasies for a night. And what better night that would be if not this?

I call my driver and tell him where to bring her. I don’t have the patience to wait in my hotel suite.

I’ve also changed my mind.

I’ll be driving to Long Island.

This way, I have something to do instead of waiting for her like a smitten teenager.

I grab my keys and wallet and rush out the door.

The door locks with a click in my wake while I dash down the corridor.

I couldn’t think about anything today. All I had in mind was her.

Last night was epic.

She becomes more and more comfortable in front of the camera, but this virtual sex thing doesn’t do much to quench our thirst.

The relief is brief, quickly replaced by frustration.

In a few more weeks, I’ll be back in Colorado. The way things look right now, I’ll be there for the holidays too.

And who knows what the New Year will bring? I’m optimistic about the future.

I look forward to some new things. Real things.

I push the elevator button and travel to the first floor with a couple. Once we reach the lobby, I head to the garage parking while they make a beeline for the bar.

The familiar smell of my car calms my nerves. In a few minutes from now, her sweet scent will waft through the air.

A rush of blood goes through my groin as I think about her. Discretely, I adjust my bulge and tip my gaze to my phone.

A thought spins in my head.

You can never tell what happens next in your life.

I could’ve never predicted that I’d experience that kind of authentic excitement again.

I would’ve never imagined a woman could make me feel alive again.

Being away from her helped me understand that while this might still be a game, it has also transformed into something deeper.

What exactly that could mean?

I don’t know.

And I don’t think she knows either.

Slowly, I let the car roll out of the garage and meet the crazy exhilaration of the city with a smile.

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