Granted, it wasn’t very creative but it seemed to distract me from the emotions whirling around in my brain, if only temporarily.
If I played a game, maybe the tone would stay where I could handle it.
I got moist down below with anticipation.
I pushed away my “What the f**k?” thoughts.
A few seconds later I heard the doorknob jiggle and then it went silent.
I stood there, heart racing, almost panting with anticipation.
I waited.
Then I heard a tiny scratchy sound.
Was he picking the lock?
I braced myself.
Approximately 4.5 seconds later the door swung open and he was standing there with this intense look on his face. His eyes lit with something dangerous.
I’m sure I was standing there, wild-eyed, too.
I had his white tuxedo shirt on, with just the bottom few buttons done
