I don't understand. Not only did I never get women, but also, this was insane. There are a lot of questions that are going through my head right now. One of them is: Has she been playing a joke on me the whole time, and when she finally caught me, she ran away? Is she involved in a predicament of some kind? Is there something that Kiran has done? The last thing she mentioned was that he had found out; I have no idea if he's a psychopath or not!After making a few phone calls and sending her a few texts but not receiving a response from her, I am at a loss on what further I can do. As I lay in bed, my eyes are drawn to a little watermark on the ceiling of my bedroom. I have never paid attention to it in the past, but now it is driving me completely nuts. When the ten minutes are up, I have no choice but to get up and continue looking into the stain; I turn on my lamp and stand on the bed. There is a possibility that I have a leak, which is yet another issue that I will have to deal wi
I fumble into the house after unlocking the door and allowing it to crash shut behind me as I enter. Before I let go of my luggage, I set it down on the ground. My entire body is trembling, and I have no idea what Rory is trying to accomplish here.Who dares to show up like this after months have passed with no prior warning?He screams the name "DARCY." As I look, I notice his body leaning against the glass panel that runs down the side of the wooden frame, making it increasingly difficult to catch my breath. My palm goes over my lips as I think about it."Rory, what exactly are you doing in this room?" I inquire while looking through the see-through glass. He cannot see me when I touch the area where his hair is pressed against the pillow.I have an intense want to get my hands on him.He responds, "As of just this moment, I am a bona fide resident of Manchester."Is it true that he relocated here? Why?After giving myself a few moments to gather my thoughts, I eventually opened the
Even after a long soak in the tub and three gins, my thoughts are still racing, and Rory is the subject of almost everyone. Half an hour ago, he texted me, but I could not force myself to read it; nevertheless, I am now prepared to do so."Hey, that was uncomfortable; I hope I haven't messed it up!"In response, I pull out my lower lip, but it turns out that my reaction is only a shock reflex. Now that the first shock has worn off, I regret telling him to go."No, I'm sorry, it surprised me," she replied. I was at a loss for words regarding my response."I should have kept you updated. I believed you would attempt to stop me," she said. "I assumed you would try to stop me.""All I have ever wanted was for you to be close to me, but I didn't want you to give up everything for me. I can't offer you everything you want because I have a lot going on, and I need to focus on Lucas.""As long as you're in my life, I'll take what I can get" is something that people often say."OMG, where have
At work, all I can think about is Rory and that belt—how he took it out of his jeans and created handcuffs for himself by buckling the belt around his hands. Fuck me. I can't stop thinking about that. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps, and I have to bite down on my pen to keep my excitement in check."Hello, earth to Darcy," Kerry yells, jerking me out of my thoughts and bringing me back to the present."I'm sorry. May I ask what that was?” I ask."What the devil could have happened to make you smile like that?" She questions. I wasn't even aware that I was smiling; it was just so difficult to keep from doing so whenever I thought about him. I have come to the conclusion that I have no choice but to share this piece of knowledge with Kerry."If I tell you something, will you promise to keep your judgments to yourself and let me figure things out on my own?""Holy sh*t, what in the hell have you gotten yourself into?I smile and ask, "More like who,"She gets up, walks over
The next half an hour is spent looking out over the inky black waters that surround Southeast Asia. As I flip through the channels on the television, looking for something else to watch, I observe, "Well, those ugly things have put me off deep-sea diving.""If I use the restroom in your house, will I wake up, Lucas?"" Rory inquires.I chuckle and say, "No, that kid could sleep through an atomic blast."As he walks out of the room, all he is wearing is his jeans, and I watch him leave. It's kind of him to want to hang out with me and do nothing more than speak and watch TV, but the truth is that I'm so intrigued by him that all I can think about is stripping him down. When he returns, I try to engage him in conversation, but it feels strange. We discussed the recently moved into the apartment. He gives a pleasant-sounding account of the things he has recently acquired. He is employed at an engineering firm located a short distance away, and he stated he is having a good time there. Wh
My thoughts keep returning to Rory even as I sit here with Lucas, watching reruns of Peppa Pig at seven in the morning. I woke up three times during the previous night to check my phone, but there was no communication. It scares me that I might have to be the one to give in."I am sorry about what happened last night." I text. When it shows as read, it takes me by surprise. After that, I am irritated when he does not answer for more than half an hour."Me too. Are we still planning on getting together tonight?"I give some thought to keeping him waiting, but the truth is that I'm trying to avoid these kinds of games and all the drama that isn't necessary. So I immediately responded to his text with, "Yes, 7 pm?""Until then, x," you said. The tone of a text message can be easily misunderstood. I prefer the traditional method of calling someone; you can learn much more from their voice than from a text message.I'm looking forward to the date tonight, but at the same time, I can't help
He made reservations for us at an incredible tapas restaurant, and I ate some of the very best foods I have ever had in my life there. I don't understand how he has only been living in this city for a few weeks, but he already knows where the best place to eat is. The first bar we go to is one that I am also unfamiliar with, but it turns out to be a superb pick with an amazing variety of drinks and an atmosphere to match.As we finish our fifth or possibly sixth round of drinks, I chuckle and say, "You're more Manc than me."He chuckles and says, "Trip Advisor." The cocktails seem to have had a calming effect on him, and we have scarcely talked about the argument we had the night before because I don't want to bring it up now that we are getting along so well. He seems to be in a better mood. After a few drinks, though, what I intend to say and what comes out of my mouth are two different things.As I lean into him, the warmth of his body provides a reassuring feeling against my bare
My lips hurt when I wake up, and I have the impression that they have gotten significantly larger due to all the kissing that took place the night before. I can't think of another time when a kiss from another person had such an effect on me.As his eyes slowly began to open, he greeted her with, "Hey there, sexy."He gets a grin from me. I am overjoyed and appreciative to be with him at this very moment. Because of what he shared with me the night before, I understood that we had progressed and that I now know him better."I love you," I say. I have the need to turn away, but at the same time, I want to watch how he reacts.His grin broadens, and he beckons for me to join him. While kissing the top of my head, he murmurs, "I love you too." He continues by saying, "But you already knew that."Where do you see us going from here? Since he has been back in my life for only a week, all the feelings I had the first time suddenly surfaced. This is not to say that they ever truly disappeare