Page 11 of Tryst
‘Sure‘is the answer you give when asked if you want mashed potatoes for dinner. If someone asks you if you're going to miss them, it's a clear yes or no.‘Sure‘is to pacify people when you don't want to go into further detail. He might as well say, ‘Sure, now be quiet.’ I sigh heavily and try to walk ahead of him. But he holds tight to my hand. “Of course I'm going to miss you.” He blows out a long frustrated breath.
“Then why can't you just say it? Three simple words. I'll miss you.”
“You know I'm going to miss you. Why do I need to say it?”
“Because I need to hear it. I need to know I'm more than sex to you. This isn't permanent, but I need to know I'm more than a convenient lay. I've come to think of you as more than that. You're a friend I can confide in.”
“Jade, of course, you're more than a convenient lay. I like you a hell of a lot. You're smart and funny. This day should prove to you that I care. I care about your feelings, and I want to see the best for you. But you are so much younger than me, and I know age shouldn't matter, but in our case and with my history with your family it does. And I live here, and you live in LA. You're going back to college, and I don't do long distance in any capacity.”
“At least I now know you've thought about continuing what we have.”Even if it’ll only be continuing sex and friendship to you, it’s more to me.Trying to maintain any kind of relationship with him would probably be another way to break my heart more, wondering if he was seeing other people.
“I have thought about this thing between us. Let's not ruin the end of our night arguing.”
I like the way he saysour. Just like I'm sure I‘ve fallen for him way more than I should.
He holds his ice cream up and says in a funny voice, “Sweet Jade, please take a lick. I'm melting…I'm melting...”
I tilt my head and smile. I'm letting him change the subject, because he's right, this day has been great, and I don't want to ruin the end of it arguing with him.
“You lick mine, and I'll lick yours.” He waves the cone in front of my mouth with a lewd gesture, and I laugh.
We hold our ice cream cones to each other's mouths and we both lick and smile. I moan when he moans, without warning, we both smash the cold treat in our faces. Laughing, we pull back before we make too much of a mess of ourselves. His arm goes around my waist, mine around his neck, then our tongues move over our mouths wiping the sweet sticky cream away.
“You taste good,” I say
“So do you. You always taste good to me, inside and out.” He smiles.
“You sweet-talker you. Let's get moving before we get in trouble for lewd acts in a public place.”
We get cleaned up and get in the car. Just as I think we are headed home, he says, “One more stop.”
“Where?”
“You'll see.” He smiles.
After about fifteen minutes, Ian pulls up alongside a beautiful Victorian home. I go all mushy inside because he remembered what I said to him that one time we met at the hotel.
“You remembered.”
He looks at me and says, “The dream is yours, but every day can only last for a night,” he says.
Oh my god. If I wasn't sure I loved him before, I know without a doubt I do now. I had a Victorian dollhouse I loved. I would play dress up and pretend I lived with my husband, serving tea and cookies all day, every day. I would get everything and anything I wanted. Every day would be a happy day. When I told him he laughed.
I lean over capturing his lips with a slow, sweet kiss. “That's all I need.”
Iopen the door forher and she walks in.
“Oh, Ian.” She turns around looking at the fire place in the living room and running her hand over the rose patterned settee.
“Come with me.” I hold her hand, leading her upstairs to the bedrooms. Once there, I let her open the unlocked door. She steps in and immediately twirls to the middle of the room like a ballerina.
The room is decorated with unlit candles placed in silver antique candelabras, a vanity tray is on the dresser with the matching comb and brush, and coincidently the robin blue floral wall paper matches her dress. It's as if she belongs in this room in a time gone by. Beauty matching with beauty.
“I take it you approve of your accommodations for the night?” I walk into the room.
“It gets my gold seal of approval.”
“Good. It's late, and I should go to let you get some rest.” I spin the set of keys in my hand looking at her, a questioning expression crosses her face.
