Until he breaks away.
“OK baby, this, our first date, is officially over.” He looks at his watch again. “Bang on time.”
He turns his wrist and shows me its face. The hands glow in the dark showing the midnight hour.
I gulp. Is the date really over? He just grins at me, then stretches out a hand towards me. And suddenly Lennox pinches my right nipple, really hard.
Uh.
I almost come. Just like that.
Making a choking sound, I feel wetness flood my panties.
“That’s my girl,” says Lennox, then turns and walks into the night.
My legs give out, and I slide all the way down the door until I am sitting on the wooden door step, breathing hard.
Holy shit.
Lennox is a revelation. Sexy as all get out. Sweet and thoughtful. Compassionate. The way he cares about Clara. They way he complimented me on songwriting made me feel really special, like I wasn’t completely useless. The fact he’d thought I was clever made me feel ten feet tall.
I really, really like Asa.
And I really, really like Lennox.
I can’t think about it any more, so instead I go inside and write a new poem.
I, mayfly. Briefly
I thought there’d be more to life
Than twenty-four hours
But if this is all I get?
What the heck
I’ll live each moment
Like it’s my last
Which it is.
My last 11.59am
And then my last noon.
My first and last sunset
My second and last moon.
It’s kinda frustrating
I’m just finding my powers
I’ll remember the good times
For the next few hours