The next few weeks go by slowly, we talk and text every day and I’m at the gym every day. Jason and I have gotten close even though he is far away. I’ve gotten to know him on a different level.
I’ve even gotten a few sessions in with other people, each of them teaching me something new.
Shirley is also around keeping an eye on me. I’ve grown very fond of her.
I’m getting much more comfortable with people near me.
I’m proud of my progress, Jason and I talk mostly about our days, flirting every now and then. It makes me really happy that we can talk about just about anything. Big or small. Connections like that are a very rare find.
People at work have been commenting about me seeming different.
I feel different.
I feel stronger.
My heart skips a beat when I see Jason’s text.
*I’ll be home late tomorrow night. Can’t wait to see you. *
*What time?*
*Late Friday night around ten maybe, but I want to see you. Saturday?*
*It’s a date.*
I’m still awake around ten on Friday. I know Jason will be in town soon.
I will just have to be patient a few more hours.
My phone rings around ten thirty.
“Hello.”
“Are you still awake?” Jason asks.
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need to see you now.”
“Me too.” I reply. My heart is racing.
“Can I come over?’
“Apartment 6C, Master Building on 11th Avenue.”
“Be right there.” Jason replies and hangs up.
Butterflies invade my stomach, my hands are sweating and my heart is pumping hard.
He is coming over!
I check myself in the mirror. I don’t look so bad.
I untie my hair and let it fall over my shoulders.
Am I ready for this?
There’s a knock at the door a few minutes later.
I open the door and step back, “Hi.”
He steps inside and closes the door behind him.
He steps closer to me and puts his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him, he inches closer and I close the small space that remains.
Sparks shoot through my entire body when our lips touch. He walks me backwards, pushing my back against the wall, his body pressing against mine. His hands travel down my back and rests at the small of my back, he pulls my front to his.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel my knees buckle slightly as the kiss becomes more heated. He pulls away leaving me panting heavily, every part of my body burning with desire. A desire that I’ve never felt before, causing dirty thoughts to run through my mind.
“Hi.” He smiles.
I have the urge to press my knees together to stop the tingling between them. Jason hasn’t moved away from me.
“I should go.”
“You don’t have to.” I whisper back, amazed that a sound could come from my mouth.
He places his hand on my cheek and leans in to kiss me his hand reaches around my waist, pulling me closer. I can feel his body respond to me. I want to rip his clothes off.
“I should really go.” He says between kisses.
“You should stay.” I manage.
He pulls me tighter, his hand moves over my arm to my side and over my butt; he squeezes it then moves back up to my waist and up my chest to my face.
Jason’s phone rings but he ignores it and continues his slow sensual torture. It feels like I’m floating.
The phone rings again and I break our kiss “Maybe you should get that.”
“It can wait.”
“It could be important.”
He lets go of me and answers, “Hello.”
He listens then frowns, “Be right there.” He hangs up and then turns to me, “There’s a fire at the bar. I have to go.”
“Please be careful.”
“I will see you soon.” Jason says and kisses me quickly but still so full of desire before he leaves.