After my talk, it seems as though David has taken what I said to heart. Over the course of the next few days, he talks to me more, little comments, quips just like before this emotional rollercoaster started. It makes my chest feel warm, the excitement of our developing relationship hitting home the more I look over at him, smile at him, tease him back.
It has almost made me forget about the other side of the relationship. The physical side, the one that has this whole thing from the second he stepped into the Red Room. The side that I have been itching for, for weeks.
It isn’t until I’m in the car home one day that I am reminded of it.
Absent-mindedly scrolling through my phone, my attention is brought to him when I feel his hand slide onto my knee.
“I have a meeting tonight.” He says
