“Not bad for someone who was only having one drink huh?” I ask.
“Not bad at all,” Tyler agrees.
He has finished his drink now too and we start to get ready to leave. I pick my purse up off the floor and take my jacket from it and put it on. Tyler’s jacket is on the back of his chair, and he too puts his jacket on.
“I’m just going to pop to the ladies’ room before we go,” I say.
I hurry through to the ladies’ room and quickly do my business. I wash my hands and pull my fingers through my hair, tidying it up a little bit, and then I go back out to see Tyler still at our table. He sees me, stands up and we meet in the middle of the bar. Then we head to the door and leave.
Our cab is there waiting for us, and Tyler opens the door for me. I get in and slide across the seat and he follows me and closes the door.
“Where to Mister?” the driver asks.
“We’ll drop you off first,” Tyler says to me. “Where to?”
Tyler looks at me as he asks me where I am going, and I know this is it. The moment I make a decision that might change the rest of my life. But I’m done missing out. I’m done depriving myself of things. I can hear Rebecca’s voice in my head telling me to live a little bit, that I truly can have it all if I just trust myself to make it work.
Something shifts in that moment, and for perhaps the first time, I put my emotional needs before anything else. I don’t take my eyes off Tyler’s as I answer his question.
“Miller Square,” I say. “I don’t remember the number.”
Tyler swallows hard.
“Ten ninety-three Miller Square please,” he says.
He’s talking to the cab driver but he’s looking at me and the air is alive between us. I can almost see the sparks dancing between us. On some unspoken cue, Tyler and I both lean in and before I know it, his lips are on mine and we’re kissing.
His kiss awakens a desire in me that’s so strong it should be scary but it’s not, because when I’m with Tyler, nothing scares me.
One of Tyler’s hands rests on my cheek and the other one is on my hip. My hands are flat against his chest. I can feel his pecs through his shirt, and it drives me crazy that I can’t yet touch his skin. It’s taking a lot of willpower to not rip his clothes off and straddle him and I have to keep reminding myself that we are in a cab.
Tyler pulls back from our kiss, and he kisses gently across my cheek and then his lips are on my ear.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.
His breath tickles my ear, and a delicious shiver goes through me. I don’t know if it’s the tickling sensation or his words that cause it. He kisses down towards my neck and then back up and his lips find mine once more. I push my tongue into his mouth but then I remember myself once again and dart it back out again. We kiss gently now, a tender, almost loving kiss and it should slow my racing heart, but it doesn’t. It just makes me want Tyler more.
Finally, when I can take no more, I have to break the kiss and I pull back from Tyler. He smiles at me as I look at him, my chest heaving as I pant for air. Tyler is smiling, I can see he is in a similar state of longing, and I have to bite my tongue to not yell at the cab driver to hurry up.
Tyler and I move apart slightly, although I can still feel the heat of his thigh against mine. He reaches out and takes my hand in his and that has to be all for now, until we are at his place. I look out of the window, urging the landscape to pass by faster.
The journey can’t have taken more than twenty minutes when we finally arrive at Tyler’s place, but it feels as though we’ve been trapped in the cab for hours. I’m relieved to get out and know I can kiss Tyler as passionately as I like now.
I get out of the cab and wait for Tyler. He pays the fare and gets out of the cab. We head for his gate as the cab pulls away. Tyler takes my hand in his and smiles at me as we walk down his front path to his door.
“You know, this is the third time you’ve been here,” he says. “I think it’s time you saw that I do indeed have other rooms.”
“You don’t want me in your bedroom?” I say with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh no, I do. I most definitely do. I just thought we should have a drink first, make it last,” Tyler says.
I smile and nod my agreement, although I’m not sure either of us will be able to hold out long enough to drink anything before we are on each other.
We get inside of the house, and I point the living room out to Summer and then I keep going until I’m in the kitchen. I find a nice bottle of Grey Goose and a bottle of lemonade. I make us each a vodka and lemonade and I go through to the living room.