Page 46 of Camera Chemistry
“Maggie is incredible. I’m an idiot. What else do you want to know?”
“So you had a good night together?”
I groan as I sit up. “We did, and it wasn’t just because of the sex. Which was amazing, by the way. Everything with her was awesome. Talking with her. Kissing her. Just sitting in silence. I don’t know. I know I’ve been out of the game for years, but it never felt like that with Katie.”
Shawn whistles. “Okay. She left, and you didn’t chase after her?”
“No, because I’m a moron. I should have. I told her I’d miss her, and she said she would miss me, too. But then I got out of my shower and she wasn’t there.”
“Because you didn’t ask her to stay.”
“She didn’t tell me she wanted to stay either.”
“Seriously?” Shawn groans. “Dude, c’mon. Listen to me. I’ve had a lot of one-night stands.”
“Define a lot.”
“Twenty?”
“Jesus Christ. I’m going to die without ever having sex again, aren’t I? This one time was too good to be true.”
“Shut up. Do you know how my one-night stands usually go? The woman comes to my place, or I go there. We spend a couple hours together. The second the sun rises, either I leave, or I escort her out. There’s no personal shit. No making breakfast or lunch. I don’t learn her middle name or what her favorite color is. It’s sex. That’s it. What you did is not just sex.”
“So I fucked up royally, because that’s all it’s supposed to be.”
“Yeah, because you put a limit on it. You clearly felt a connection with her, more than you have with any other woman who has tried to get your attention in the last five years. And the best part is she felt a connection, too. It’s why she stayed so long, Aiden. It’s not hard to bang one time then leave.”
“So what the hell do I do?”
“I think you have to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“I don’t know. A sign from the universe.”
“You want me to put my future in the hands of the universe,” I draw out. “Great, I’ll be waiting for years.”
“Yesterday you didn’t want a relationship and today you do? What changed?”
“Her. Maybe I’m drunk on Maggie, but it would be so easy with her. Every conversation we had was easy, Shawn. The second she walked out, I realized how badly I wanted her back. And not because I wanted to fuck her. Because I wanted to hold her through the night and hear what else she had to say.”
“You’ve got it bad.”
“No shit.” I sigh and rub my temples. “This hurts to say, but I think I’m going to wait a little bit. Not because I don’t miss her. I miss her already. An indescribable amount. But because I want to be completely sure about this, and I want her to be sure, too. I want her to miss me. To go through these same emotions as me, wondering if I’m thinking about her. Maybe in a couple weeks I’ll reach out. We can revisit things with fresh, clear minds. I don’t want her to make a lust-driven decision.”
“That’s a good plan. She might crack first. The sex was that good?”
“She rocked my world.”
“Okay. I don’t need all the details, but give mesomething.”
“I made her crawl to me and she did it willingly. Ate her out on the counter, too.”
“Holy fuck. You lucky bastard.”
“And she’s smart as hell. Literally the perfect woman. I’m so fucked.”
“I’m happy for you, man. At the very least, if things don’t pan out with Maggie, you got your groove back. You can bag any woman you want.”
