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Then, my final release comes. Our orgasms totally in synch with each other. Her inner walls clamp around my hardness, draining me for all I’m worth.
“Shit,” I pant, collapsing on top of her and kissing her cheeks. I roll to the side and take her in my ars. “You’re incredible,” I say.
We lay like that for a while. Stroking each other. Kissing. Few words pass between us. Until I hear a bird chirping, and there’s the sun coming in through the window. I release it’s the morning. We’ve fallen asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.
I carefully disentangle and check my phone.
“Shit.” It’s time to head to work.
I look down at her one last time. She rolls to face me as I kiss her forehead, but she’s not awake.
She mumbles something about pizza and dolphins and a nice big hat that would look good on the beach.
I find a piece of paper and a pen next to the bed and write her a quick note. It doesn’t come out how I want it. Too cold. Too impersonal. Like a bad frigging hallmark card.
I scrunch up the paper and try again. And again. And again. Until I’m almost running late for work and there’s only one sheet of paper left in her pad.
I scratch my chin with the end of the pen and decide to go for something simple.
Your mine, I write.Love Nate.
5
Piper
It’s beentwo days since my night of passion with Nate. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
The things he did to me. The way he made me feel. I feel like a new woman.
But there’s this tiny little voice at the back of my head that’s getting louder and louder.
It’s saying, “it was just a one-night stand. He didn’t mean those things he said. You’re a fool for believing him.”
I’ve tried to shut it up. To block it from my thoughts and stop it ruining this wonderful high I’ve been riding.
But as the minutes turn into hours, and the hours turn into days, I can’t help but suspect the worst.
“Go and see him,” Ashley said.
“What?” I said, almost jumping out of my seat. “I can’t do that! Wouldn’t he think I’m some kind of crazy stalker?”
“So what?” Ashley said, stirring her coffee with a spoon. “I kind of like it when a man gets all stalkerish on me. It shows me he cares. Besides, if you like him, I think you should just go for it. It’ll seem cute.”
“Hmmm,” I took a sip of my frappucino and thought it over. “I guess I do really want to see him. Maybe I can bake him a cake or something? Make it seem innocent…”
“Cake,” Ashley says. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And you’re an amazing baker. Just make sure you wear something nice. Something that shows off that whopping great cleavage.”
So, that’s how I ended up in the hospital parking lot with a homemade double chocolate chip brownie cake in my hands.
The dress I’m wearing is more suitable for a party or a night out. But I want to make an impression. I want him to look at me the way he did the other night. When I was sprawled out on my bed with my legs wide open and his fingers caressing my womanhood.
But, even though it seemed like a good idea thirty minutes ago, when I was putting the final touches to my hair - and deciding whether or not I should wear panties - actually standing in front of the hospital, knowing I’m about to barge in on him while he’s at work, has my heart beating so fast I'm tempted to call an ambulance.
I’m seriously contemplating turning around, running back to my car, curling up on the couch with my freshly baked cake and a good book and my cat and a glass of wine, and waiting for him to make the first move.
I’m just about to turn around when my phone beeps.
Ashley: Good luck! Go knock him dead, Piper. You’re an absolute legend, and the best friend I could ever hope for, and you deserve to be happy more than anyone I know.
