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Vanessa moaned, Heather’s fingers circling her with faster now, and Vanessa’s hand clutched Heather’s ass while she entered her with two fingers, hard and deep.
“Oh god,” Heather groaned, her head falling against Vanessa’s shoulder, her body pressed even closer now as Vanessa found a rhythm.
Heather’s fingers slid away from Vanessa’s clit, pushing inside, and Vanessa’s mouth fell open, her head leaning back against the fabric headboard, her body on fire.
“Look at me,” Heather demanded, and Vanessa’s eyes flew open, locking on Heather’s, her cheeks flushed, her skin glistening with sweat. “Come with me,” she murmured. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” Vanessa said, breathless. Warmth surged through her, her toes curled, her grip on Heather’s ass tightening with every thrust until Heather came undone in her arms, and Vanessa was seconds behind her, the sounds coming from Heather’s mouth sending her over the edge.
They rocked, clinging to one another as they rode out their orgasms, both of them out of breath.
Moments later, Vanessa carefully withdrew her fingers, and Heather did the same, but she didn’t move off her lap.
Vanessa reached up and brushed Heather’s hair behind her ear. “When are you heading back to the city?”
Heather’s hand was on Vanessa’s neck, her thumb moving over her jaw as she spoke. “This afternoon.”
Vanessa knew that was more than likely going to be the answer. It was Monday, and Megan and Heather had already taken today off. But it still made her stomach drop, their time together cut short again.
“I fully intend to use your number this time,” Heather said quietly. “Would that be okay?”
“I would love that.” Vanessa pressed her lips together. “I’m embarrassed to admit how often I’ve checked my phone these last few weeks, hoping to see a text from you.”
“I started and deleted so many of them.”
“Me too.” Vanessa wrapped her arm around Heather’s waist, her fingers trailing up and down her back as she spoke. “On Friday night, I could have killed you. I was so angry. So shocked. But I hate to think what would have happened if you didn’t walk into that room. Would we have ever saw each other again?”
Heather’s hand moved up to cup Vanessa’s cheek. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “I don’t know what would have happened if I hadn’t ended up here this weekend.” She leaned in and kissed Vanessa gently, their lips lingering for a moment before they parted. “I’m not going to let you go this time,” she whispered. “Will you come to the city? Whenever you’re free? I’d like to take you out,” Heather said, sitting back to meet Vanessa’s eyes. “On a proper date.”
“I’d like that,” Vanessa said, a smile coming to her lips.
There was no denying the connection she felt with Heather. The way their bodies had moved together, the way their eyes had locked as they climaxed, had been something beyond anything she had ever experienced. And the thought of exploring that connection further, of seeing where it might lead, was too enticing to resist, no matter how many obstacles stood in their way.
21
Heather emerged from the subway and climbed the last step out onto the busy New York City sidewalk and took a deep breath, the cool March air filling her lungs. She was meeting Vanessa for their first real date tonight, and even though she tried not to overthink it, her nerves were getting the best of her. After several outfit changes, Heather had gone with gray jeans and a white top with a black leather jacket.
It had been a whirlwind of a week since she got back from Pennsylvania. Work had been so busy, but they’d been texting every day, and what would have seemed impossible to her just a few weeks ago actually felt realistic now.
Eventually, if things worked out, one of them would have to move, and Heather already knew that would be her. She would never ask Vanessa to leave her business behind. When she got home from work yesterday, Heather had opened up her resumé, updating it with her current job. And even though her workload was just about maxed out, she signed up to three freelancing websites, wanting to have a backup plan or at the very least a side hustle to allow her some freedom when the time came to potentially uproot her life here in the city.
Heather checked her watch. She was a few minutes early to meet Vanessa at cozy restaurant in the West Village called The Tiny Perch. Heather’s walk slowed as the restaurant came into sight. The sky was a hazy purple as the sun sank behind the cityscape.
She saw Vanessa round the corner, looking effortlessly beautiful as always. Heather’s breath caught in her throat as Vanessa approached. She wore white jeans and a red top underneath a black blazer. Her dark hair fell softly around her shoulders, and Heather couldn’t think of anything other than how lucky she was.
“Hey you,” Vanessa said, greeting Heather with a dazzling smile and a warm hug. Heather melted into her embrace, catching a hint of Vanessa’s perfume. It wasn’t her usual one. This scent had notes of jasmine and sandalwood.
“Hi,” Heather said as she pulled away. “You look amazing.”
“So do you,” Vanessa said. She tucked a strand of Heather’s hair behind her ear, her fingers grazing Heather’s cheek.
“Should we go in?” Vanessa asked. Heather nodded and followed Vanessa inside, immediately enveloped by the warmth and charm of the rustic restaurant. Heather’s eyes wandered over the exposed brick walls and hanging plants that brought a touch of nature indoors.
A hostess greeted them with a smile and led them to a small table tucked into a corner nook.
“This place is perfect,” Vanessa said, her eyes sparkling in the soft lighting.
Heather’s heart fluttered. She still couldn’t believe she was really here on a date with Vanessa. Everything between them felt simultaneously comfortable and thrilling, so real, yet surreal at the same time.
