Page 34 of To Feel Like This Again
“I have one. Let’s watchIt Wasn’t Meant to Be. I’ve been meaning to watch it for some time now. I read the book a couple years ago and it was so good, I cried.”
“Sounds intense babe. This time, you can cry on my shoulders.” Wait. What the hell am I doing? This is moving too fast. I still need time to process all of this and figure out what I’m doing.
“Aww, that’s so sweet love.”
Did she just say…love?
“Yes, babe… just found it on Netflix.”
“Great. Can you pour us a glass of red wine love?”
Yes, she definitely had said…love. You know what, I’m probably making a big deal out of nothing.
Snuggled on the couch with her head resting on my shoulder we watch the heart-breaking film, with me comforting her during the touching moments while doing everything in my power to fight back the tears.
I’d love to tell you I held it together. But that wouldn’t, technically, be true.
As the film credits appear on the screen, signalling the end of the movie, I lift her up and take her in the bedroom, gently lowering her on to the bed where we make slow, tender love.
Chapter 21
Nicholas
The following day — Monday — Lisa picks me up from Time Square and we head to Rosendale, New York for coffee to discuss my ‘career’ objectives.
After Google Maps sends us on a wild goose chase, we finally find the highly rated café with the whopping two hundred and thirty-two reviews. From looks alone, it seems like the five-star reviews are legit, or at least three quarter of them.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, sipping my cappuccino.Yeah, this is some five-star shit for real.
“Do you really want to know?” Not looking up, she pinches at her croissant.
Actually, I already know what’s on her mind and it’s probably not a good idea to hear it. I just want to enjoy my time with her, till I can figure things out.
So, I change the subject.
“Sure, whenever you’re ready to share. I’m here. Tell me a secret about yourself… something really embarrassing… something you’ve never shared with anyone before.”
“Wow,” she laughs. “Um, I dunno… it’s hard to come up with something.”
“C’mon, try harder… or no dick for you,” I wink at her.
Laughing even harder, “In that case… let me see. Um. Ahh. Oh yea, I have something. I got high for the first and only time at my sister’s wedding and tried to pet a racoon, chasing it into the woods, thinking it was an Australian shepherd. And kept saying ‘here boy’to the poor little creature.”
“Wow, that’s wild. I thought you were a sane person. I’m going to have to tame you,” I laugh and touch her thigh.
“Your turn, Mr Judgemental.”
“Here, let me show you.” I scoot over to her and do a Google image search ofLisa Davis BBC.When the photo of her in the purple dress comes up, I show it to her. “I jerked off to this picture when you did that interview… then I jerked off to it again after I met you.”
Covering her mouth and laughing hysterically, she screams, “You’re horrible!” drawing the attention of every server and customer in the café. Then, adding to the drama, she playfully slaps my shoulder.
Chuckling and carrying on about happenings related to her purple dress, welaugh till our belly buss. Good times.
Shortly after, I pay the bill. Lisa responds to a few urgent work emails and then we make our way to the BMW.
“So… Do you want to go back to work, or do you want to check out the cabin I rented?” I ask as the vehicle starts.
“Tough decision… But I think maybe I’ll go with the cabin.”
