(347) 555-9824
(347) 555-9824:Hi Kendra. This is Damon. Are you still up for coffee?
I swipe back to my angry paragraphs. I should do it. Shatter Andre’s Mr. Perfect persona and let the world see his true colors. Sure, I’d get sued for breaking the NDA, but I never should’ve agreed to it. Now he gets to move on like what we had never even happened, while his devoted fanbase talk about how I was to blame? How I should’ve worked harder to keep him? As if thatconmanis such a catch!
Then, I look back at Damon’s text. I’m still pissed we missed out on what was bound to be a perfectly enjoyable hookup. Something to end this dismal dry spell so I’d be refreshed; better able to let this shit with Andre roll off my back.Fuck!I was wound tighter than a spring evenbeforethe article.
Feeling more clearheaded after a few deep breaths, I close the text to my asshole ex and save Damon’s number in my phone. We may not have fucked, but he gave me exactly what I needed in the moment: a genuine connection. One I’ve been thinking about since it happened two days ago. I could use a little genuine connection right about now.
Damon
Wow. You waited a whole two days. Trying to play it cool?
Damon:I think I blew my chance at cool that first night.
I chuckle and fold my legs under my butt in the spacious backseat.
Damon
Aww, it wasn’t THAT bad.
You may not have taken me up on my offer that first night, but you haven’t missed a show yet.
Damon:Damn. Does that make me a simp?
You’d only be a simp if I didn’t like it.
Damon:So you like me, huh?
I’m betting his face matches the smirk emoji he just sent. Smug bastard. I wiggle my toes in my heels, feeling giddier than I have in months, when something occurs to me.
Damon
You may be at all my shows, but you also have a bad habit of leaving me hanging.
That first night after the Maxwell show. Sneaking out after the infamous wink. July 4th.
Damon:Hey! That’s not fair. I didn’t cause the signal issues.
Damon:Would you have preferred I try to fuck you while you were stuck underground,freaking out?
I think for a moment. I legit crashed out on that train. Almost two years later, that fucking trailer on the Viega shoot is still haunting me. It’s not enough that it now takes eons for me to orgasm; I get panic attacks in small spaces now too! At least I only have to go in them…almost every fucking day!
I take a deep breath and reread the message. He’s right. With where my head was at that day, if he’d come home with me, I might not have cum at all.
Damon
Fair enough. I was a mess that day.
Damon:Hardly a mess. Just…slightly disheveled.
Damon:And still as beautiful as ever.
With anyone else, I’d roll my eyes at the cheesy line. But with Damon, I know he’s just doing what he did on the train: trying to comfort me. To make me smile. That level of chivalry deserves a reward.
Damon
Well, I’m down to meet up…but not for coffee.
