night, he spoke and addressed her, “I will keep in touch, Emma. My assistant, Jack, will contact your agent directly if there are any requirements that are altered or added. If you have any questions, you can call me directly.
“Bass, have a safe flight. I will speak to you soon, son. I have to go to a film screening at Scorsese’s house. Drive carefully, you two.” We all stood up to leave and, with a quick hug, he abruptly left us alone.
Emma and I walked together towards the exit and, when were about to leave, someone addressed me.
“Have a great evening, Mr. Cole. Come and dine with us again, sometime soon,” Alyssa, the restaurant maître d, called out.
Nodding with a smile, “I will. The food was excellent as always. Thank you.” Even if I was completely tense and could barely breathe, I remained courteous. It’s always best to keep what you’re feeling within. Exposing yourself could just give people a reason to use that as a weapon to hurt you, but I had taken a chance at Emma.
Tonight, she looked so gorgeous that I ached. Acting as if I didn’t give a rat’s ass about her was fucking difficult, yet I had to. I had no choice.
Outside, we both handed our tickets to the valet attendant then waited side-by-side for our cars.
I could feel her stare at me, wanting to say something, though she seemed hesitant.
This was it… I was not going to see her for eight months…
My mind swirled with all the possibilities and yet, I couldn’t for the life of me see her go; not just yet. A large part of me wanted to prolong my agony—even if I could get a piece of her—by simply adding a little more to my bank of memories that consisted of her…
It was truly sad, however I caved in to my heart. “Will you stay the night with me, Em?”
Emma tensed, barely meeting me in the eye. “Bass, I don’t think that would be good for either of us.”
She was dating him, but I was still pestering on. Exhaling, I glanced at the ongoing traffic. “I know it isn’t, but I’m asking anyway. I won’t be seeing you until Greece. That’s months from now. I just want to spend time with you.”
Even if it’s going to be for a few hours, I silently pleaded.
She frowned. “But Greece is months from now. I thought we’d stay friends?”
Friends… that word should be banned for heartbroken folks. “I know and we will.” My gaze caught hers, reaching into her, pleading. “I choose not to see you until Greece because it will take a long time for me to get over you and the fact that I’ve been rejected for the very first time. What’s bruised my psyche is that you were the first woman I wanted to have a real relationship with. I just want this night with you, Em. That’s all I ask. If it’s too much, I’ll understand.” Sometimes it was hard to keep the truth in. When she looked upset that I might not keep in touch, I gave in.
Emma was now staring at me, arms folded, lips pressed together with her foot tapping; deciding and weighing the risks of what she was about to do.
“Give me just a second. I need to make a quick call.” She strolled away, out of ear shot, and made a call.
She was calling him, I’d bet my life on it.
Still, even if I was in pain inside, I knew I had to keep it together. So I leaned against her car and waited for her to finish getting permission from the boyfriend.
After her call, she strode towards me with a smile. “I’m all set. I’ll follow you to your house.”
I wonder why she was smiling…
Shaking my head, I said, “That won’t do. You have to ride with me. I’m not letting you out of my sight. I will have someone pick your car up and drive it back to my place.” I held my hand out. “Your keys?” Reluctantly, she handed them to me.
Tomorrow and the rest was his.
Tonight though, she was all mine.
Treading On A Very Fine Exciting Line
“Do you want anything to drink?” I questioned as I strolled towards the kitchen.
“Water would be great, thank
“Bass, have a safe flight. I will speak to you soon, son. I have to go to a film screening at Scorsese’s house. Drive carefully, you two.” We all stood up to leave and, with a quick hug, he abruptly left us alone.
Emma and I walked together towards the exit and, when were about to leave, someone addressed me.
“Have a great evening, Mr. Cole. Come and dine with us again, sometime soon,” Alyssa, the restaurant maître d, called out.
Nodding with a smile, “I will. The food was excellent as always. Thank you.” Even if I was completely tense and could barely breathe, I remained courteous. It’s always best to keep what you’re feeling within. Exposing yourself could just give people a reason to use that as a weapon to hurt you, but I had taken a chance at Emma.
Tonight, she looked so gorgeous that I ached. Acting as if I didn’t give a rat’s ass about her was fucking difficult, yet I had to. I had no choice.
Outside, we both handed our tickets to the valet attendant then waited side-by-side for our cars.
I could feel her stare at me, wanting to say something, though she seemed hesitant.
This was it… I was not going to see her for eight months…
My mind swirled with all the possibilities and yet, I couldn’t for the life of me see her go; not just yet. A large part of me wanted to prolong my agony—even if I could get a piece of her—by simply adding a little more to my bank of memories that consisted of her…
It was truly sad, however I caved in to my heart. “Will you stay the night with me, Em?”
Emma tensed, barely meeting me in the eye. “Bass, I don’t think that would be good for either of us.”
She was dating him, but I was still pestering on. Exhaling, I glanced at the ongoing traffic. “I know it isn’t, but I’m asking anyway. I won’t be seeing you until Greece. That’s months from now. I just want to spend time with you.”
Even if it’s going to be for a few hours, I silently pleaded.
She frowned. “But Greece is months from now. I thought we’d stay friends?”
Friends… that word should be banned for heartbroken folks. “I know and we will.” My gaze caught hers, reaching into her, pleading. “I choose not to see you until Greece because it will take a long time for me to get over you and the fact that I’ve been rejected for the very first time. What’s bruised my psyche is that you were the first woman I wanted to have a real relationship with. I just want this night with you, Em. That’s all I ask. If it’s too much, I’ll understand.” Sometimes it was hard to keep the truth in. When she looked upset that I might not keep in touch, I gave in.
Emma was now staring at me, arms folded, lips pressed together with her foot tapping; deciding and weighing the risks of what she was about to do.
“Give me just a second. I need to make a quick call.” She strolled away, out of ear shot, and made a call.
She was calling him, I’d bet my life on it.
Still, even if I was in pain inside, I knew I had to keep it together. So I leaned against her car and waited for her to finish getting permission from the boyfriend.
After her call, she strode towards me with a smile. “I’m all set. I’ll follow you to your house.”
I wonder why she was smiling…
Shaking my head, I said, “That won’t do. You have to ride with me. I’m not letting you out of my sight. I will have someone pick your car up and drive it back to my place.” I held my hand out. “Your keys?” Reluctantly, she handed them to me.
Tomorrow and the rest was his.
Tonight though, she was all mine.
Treading On A Very Fine Exciting Line
“Do you want anything to drink?” I questioned as I strolled towards the kitchen.
“Water would be great, thank
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