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Adam
Although I was busy with work at the airline, filing paperwork and signing God knows how many memos, I couldn’t seem to stay focused. I couldn’t stop thinking about Katie and the night we shared, how sensitive she was, how she came multiple times when I barely even did much.
I wanted her all over again, shifting in my seat as I hardened, thinking about her peaked nipples, her glassy brown eyes. I was about to go into a series of meetings, and I couldn’t have a hard-on when I walked in, so I had to stop thinking about her.
It wasn’t easy, though. Something would remind me of her and I’d feel hot and bothered all over again. I thought about texting her, but I didn’t really have the time. I’d taken enough time off before and during the wedding that I was slammed when I returned.
I found myself wishing that I had taken the time to say goodbye to her, kiss her, maybe make love to her again. But I’d woken up late, after all that exertion the night before, and I had to go. She’d looked so peaceful sleeping that I hadn’t wanted to disturb her.
It all started out as a challenge, as a way to prove that I was better than Toby, to piss him off, but I realized that I honestlywanted to spend time with her. I wanted to see her again, and I didn’t care if it made Toby mad or not.
It wasn’t about that anymore, even if it had started that way.
I wanted to take her out, wine her and dine her, and then devour her all over again.
I finally got a break and sent a text:When can we do it again?I added a winky devil face just to make sure she knew I was teasing.
She didn’t respond. I frowned at my phone and waited, but as the rest of the day at work continued on, I didn’t hear from her.
I picked up Colin from preschool, securing him safely in his car seat in the back seat of my SUV. After a few minutes, I could hear him humming in the back, making drum sticks out of his markers.
“When are we going to see that lady again?” he asked, and I froze before pulling out of the parking spot.
“What lady? Do you mean Katie?” I asked, and he nodded, grinning.
“Yeah, the one who pretended to be a shark in the pool. She was nice.”
“She was nice,” I muttered.And if she’d ever text me back then we could probably see her again, I thought to myself.
I looked down at my phone again once we had arrived home, and she still hadn’t said a word.
Colin took a bath after dinner and I was able to get him to go to bed fairly easily. While taking a shower later, I tried my hardest not to think about Katie; I knew if I allowed thoughts of her to pop into my head the shower would turn into something else entirely.
After toweling off, I texted her again.Are you mad at me?
She didn’t respond, and I stayed up for hours, waiting, before finally passing out.
The next day while driving to work, sitting at a redlight, I called her.
She didn’t answer. A frown of frustration took hold.
I’d woken up the morning after our night of lovemaking in a panic and out of sorts; rarely did I sleep that late and although it wasn’t uncommon for me to nap after sex, I never spent the entire night with anyone. Waking up with someone in my arms felt strange to me and I was taken aback with what I was feeling. Maybe I had run out because I didn’t want to get too close but she’d come into my life like a tornado, and I guessed it was my own fault for thinking things could just be casual.
I wanted more from her, and I didn’t know how to deal with that.
I didn’t do relationships. Not ever. I hadn’t my whole life, and that wasn’t just going to change for Katie Martin. No matter how sexy she was.
I slowly realized that she probably thought the lies Toby told about me were actually true after I’d run out on her, left her asleep, not even saying goodbye...
Fuck.
I was an idiot. Of course she was mad at me. Who wouldn’t be? You didn’t give a woman the best night of her life and then just walk out on her. Other than Toby telling her that I had ‘stolen his inheritance,’ I had no idea what else he had told her about me. It probably now looked like I really was just using her (which I guess I was, at first) and that I really didn’t care (which of course, I didn’t, did I?).
I hated knowing from the beginning that she had such a low opinion of me, and I wanted to keep proving her wrong. I knew I was making a little headway but then I screwed it all up by walking out on her. I knew I needed to talk to her, and try to explain, at least one last time.
There was no way I could just leave things the way they were, and her not responding was making it even worse. I wasn’t used to getting ignored or rejected by women.
I sent another text:We need to talk.
