We had lunch, s*x, and another shower. By then I knew it was way past time for me to go back to the apartment and face the adultness of being thirty in a s**t situation.
I rode home on the back of his motorcycle, my ass stinging because my nameless bartender was definitely larger than my former boyfriend could ever hope to be.
Nameless had found me a spare helmet and a leather jacket that hung on me to mid-thigh. The wind whooshing around me as I clung to him like a baby monkey to its mother made me feel alive, just as alive as I’d felt while having s*x with him.
I decided I could love a guy like this if we got to know each other better. So far, I knew he was big, brawny, handsome, thoughtful, kind, and funny in his own way. He’d taken time to help another human being when I’d been down
