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“I know what you mean,” I said.
And then all was silent. We laid there on the couch snuggling together, drifting off to sleep. But I had to wonder, confused a bit about what Lance had said. Was he already getting really attached? Did he see a future with us?
I had been feeling the same way earlier, but now that the sex was out of my system and I could once again think logically, and I wasn’t sure I really wanted this to go farther. Sex was one thing, but a relationship was something else entirely. Then again, I didn’t want meaningless sex either. Shit. This might have been a mistake. Now I was even more confused than I had been before.
Soon sleep found me and when I woke up the next morning, I realized I’d made a decision.
Chapter Eleven
Lance
I kept thinking about Kat. The sex was amazing. I’d never had sex that fantastic before. I really believed this. It was addictive and I wanted so much more of it. I could not wait until I saw her again. I wasn’t sure when that might be though. When Kat left there was something a bit off about her, as if she had something on her mind. I felt that we’d both loved the evening we’d shared and that there were no regrets from either me or her, but there was something bothering her. I wondered what…
I was halfway through my breakfast before I realized it. I’d said something stupid last night. Right after sex, I told her something about how special I thought this was. Something to that affect, I thought. I was almost half asleep and still drunk on sex. My mind was totally bugging out with pleasure. I could not wait to make love to Kat again. I really hoped we got the chance. But I wasn’t sure now. I’d probably scared her off into thinking I was planning for this thing to become so serious. Shit. Why did I say that?
My first instinct was to text her and apologize about it, but I immediately stopped myself. It would be weird and kind of weak if I did that. The best thing to do would be to show her that I didn’t really mean that. I was not thinking of us in terms of a relationship. She had already expressed her concerns about that, and those concerns echoed my same exact sentiment as well. I was fine with things the way they were. There was no reason to rush anything.
But I did hope we would get together again very soon. I could not believe how amazing it felt to be with her last night. And as I sat there eating my eggs and pancakes, I began to realize that I did have actual, real feelings for Kat. Shit. I was starting to fall for her. It was a combination of her intelligence, wit, beauty, strength, and then that mind blowing sex on top of it. Wow…I could hardly believe it.
I was just at a loss for words. I was falling in love with this woman. I didn’t think I’d ever had that happen before. In fact, I was starting to think I was actually immune to love, and I would ne
ver even want to be with a woman long term for any reason. I was having too much fun being me. But for the first time, I was starting to see how I might have trouble letting this woman go.
And I really hoped I didn’t scare her off for good.
I tried not to worry about it. I had other things on my plate. My father had finally texted met that we would be having our dinner tonight. I was ready to finally get that over with.
I finished my breakfast and went into the other room to play some pool. I had the day off and I was feeling a bit antsy. It was a long, looming day in front of me without anything productive on my schedule. I typically hated that, but this day I was feeling tired and I wanted to stay lost in my thoughts. Mostly, I wanted to think about Kat and how much I already missed her.
She’d woke up early that morning, even before me and I usually get up about five or so. I didn’t have my alarm set, so that threw me off a bit. Kat was already getting dressed. I asked her if she wanted to stay and have breakfast, but she said she was already late and had ordered a ride. She said she would talk to me later.
And just like that, she was gone. So, I had the house to myself once again and I decided to start the morning off with a solid breakfast. As I tried to forget about things and concentrate on the game of pool I was playing with myself, I kept thinking about Kat and how fast she had wanted to leave. I didn’t know if I really bought the story that she had to get right to work or not. I knew she hated that job and she’d told me her boss was a real bitch, but there still seemed to be something off about it all.
I finished the game of pool and then went to my home gym to get a good workout in. After working up a sweat, I met a friend of mine named Joey for a game of racquetball to work up an even bigger sweat (but at least I was able to skip the treadmill cardio I typically did after my workouts). After that, we had a few drinks and a burger.
Then I met Troy on the golf course for eighteen holes. By the time it was time to meet my father, I’d had a long, fun day of wasting time. I felt a bit weird about having that much leisure, but at least I was being active and doing something fun. I thought I might even go hand gliding or rock climbing this coming weekend. I loved to keep myself busy and active. I suspected Kat was kind of the same way. If I kept myself sitting around in one spot for too long, I started to feel jumpy.
I got showered up and dressed to go meet my father. We were having dinner at a place named Austin’s. It was one of my father’s favorite upscale restaurants. He practically owned the place he ate their so much.
When I arrived, he was already waiting for me. I was so not looking forward to this. Maybe I would get good and drunk and order a ride home. That might be the only way I would make it through another evening with this man.
My father looked up at me sternly when I walked in. He made no gestures to stand, shake my hand, or give me a hug. It was more of a gruff “Hello, son”.
“Hey, dad,” I said sitting down. “How’s it going?”
“As good as can be expected,” he said. “Want a drink?”
“Sure,” I replied.
He gestured for the waiter who came over promptly as if waiting for my father specifically to summon him. “Yes, sir?” The waiter asked. His British accent sounded fake.
“Yes, bring us two whiskeys. Make them doubles.”
“Right away, sir.”
I waited a few moments without saying anything. Finally, my father spoke. “So how are things with you? We hardly ever hear from you.”
“Yeah, things are good, just busy.”
