to his mouth, sucking off my arousal and orgasm. “Mmmmm,” he says. “I think I’ll skip my dinner.”
Looking at him with my jaw hung open, he laughs.
“You can’t be serious,” I respond.
He removes his wallet and begins to pull out a hundred dollar bill. “Oh my God, Bain. You are fucking crazy.”
“I know what I want, and food is not it. Let’s leave, we can get a hotel and stay the whole night together.”
His words change everything. NO! As enticing as he is and as much as he intrigues me, I can’t. That’s a rule I won’t break again, not after the other night with Brady, I just can’t. “I’m really hungry,” I lie.
“Fine, if you’re hungry then we’ll eat. I wouldn’t deprive you,” I say.
She smiles at me and I notice that her usual smirk and feistiness from earlier are gone. Did I say something wrong? Was getting her off, here, too much? She seemed to really enjoy it, but now she’s different. The waiter comes back with new drinks, looking refreshed as if he just jerked off.
I know he knew what we were doing; I saw him staring at my hand under her dress. “Your food should be right out,” he says.
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go to the restroom real quick,” Arion says.
I nod my head watching her slide out of the booth. She is something else. As she moves across the restaurant, I watch just about every guy in here turn and stare at her.
I’m one of them, and it makes me want to follow her. I try and take my mind off of her by scrolling through my phone ’til she returns.
“Hey, sorry,” Arion says returning to the table.
“Don’t be,” I respond, setting my phone down.
“Listen, I need to be honest with you.” Swallowing hard, I nod my head not liking the sound of her tone. “Bain, I like this. I like what we are doing. But…” she trails off and puts her head in her hands.
“Just say it, I can handle it.”
“I can’t stay the night with you, tonight or ever.”
I blink a few times trying to process why. “Fuck, you have a boyfriend, don’t you?”
“NO!” she counters. “It’s not that at all. It’s me, it’s my past, and because of it, sleepovers are off limits. They complicate things and quite frankly, are more intimate.”
“Why are you like this?” I ask confused. If she’s that into sex, why doesn’t she want to spend the night together?
“It’s a really long story.”
“Well, I have all the time in the world,” I respond, a little annoyed.
She looks at me a little unsure and I actually feel bad for the sarcasm that was laced in my tone. “In all seriousness, you can tell me. I promise I won’t judge you.”
She nods her head as she begins, “I lost my fiancé about seven months ago. He’s a marine.” She corrects herself. “He was a marine, and after the news that he died, I just didn’t know how to cope. I fell into a depression, and one night when I was drunk, had a random hook up with one of my roommate’s friends. I realized then that sex could be a release, almost a way to let go and forget the pain for a little bit. Honestly, Bain, I don’t normally do dinners or anything like this, but you made it impossible to say no.”
“Fuck, Arion.” Those are the only two words I get out. How in the world do I respond to that? Her honesty completely catches me off guard. Here I am being a complete prick, wanting to spend the night together, thinking more about myself, when she’s been through hell. She is so strong, considering everything she’s endured. The waiter sets down our meals and when she looks at her food, she smiles. “You like it?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s perfect.”
“Good. Listen, I’m sorry I was rude,” I begin to say, spreading my napkin on my lap, but she cuts me off raising her hand.
“You weren’t rude. I totally get that my quirks are frustrating. Fuck, I would feel the same way if I were you. I just wanted you to know that it has nothing to do with you.”
“Well, I appreciate the
Looking at him with my jaw hung open, he laughs.
“You can’t be serious,” I respond.
He removes his wallet and begins to pull out a hundred dollar bill. “Oh my God, Bain. You are fucking crazy.”
“I know what I want, and food is not it. Let’s leave, we can get a hotel and stay the whole night together.”
His words change everything. NO! As enticing as he is and as much as he intrigues me, I can’t. That’s a rule I won’t break again, not after the other night with Brady, I just can’t. “I’m really hungry,” I lie.
“Fine, if you’re hungry then we’ll eat. I wouldn’t deprive you,” I say.
She smiles at me and I notice that her usual smirk and feistiness from earlier are gone. Did I say something wrong? Was getting her off, here, too much? She seemed to really enjoy it, but now she’s different. The waiter comes back with new drinks, looking refreshed as if he just jerked off.
I know he knew what we were doing; I saw him staring at my hand under her dress. “Your food should be right out,” he says.
“Thanks.”
“I’m going to go to the restroom real quick,” Arion says.
I nod my head watching her slide out of the booth. She is something else. As she moves across the restaurant, I watch just about every guy in here turn and stare at her.
I’m one of them, and it makes me want to follow her. I try and take my mind off of her by scrolling through my phone ’til she returns.
“Hey, sorry,” Arion says returning to the table.
“Don’t be,” I respond, setting my phone down.
“Listen, I need to be honest with you.” Swallowing hard, I nod my head not liking the sound of her tone. “Bain, I like this. I like what we are doing. But…” she trails off and puts her head in her hands.
“Just say it, I can handle it.”
“I can’t stay the night with you, tonight or ever.”
I blink a few times trying to process why. “Fuck, you have a boyfriend, don’t you?”
“NO!” she counters. “It’s not that at all. It’s me, it’s my past, and because of it, sleepovers are off limits. They complicate things and quite frankly, are more intimate.”
“Why are you like this?” I ask confused. If she’s that into sex, why doesn’t she want to spend the night together?
“It’s a really long story.”
“Well, I have all the time in the world,” I respond, a little annoyed.
She looks at me a little unsure and I actually feel bad for the sarcasm that was laced in my tone. “In all seriousness, you can tell me. I promise I won’t judge you.”
She nods her head as she begins, “I lost my fiancé about seven months ago. He’s a marine.” She corrects herself. “He was a marine, and after the news that he died, I just didn’t know how to cope. I fell into a depression, and one night when I was drunk, had a random hook up with one of my roommate’s friends. I realized then that sex could be a release, almost a way to let go and forget the pain for a little bit. Honestly, Bain, I don’t normally do dinners or anything like this, but you made it impossible to say no.”
“Fuck, Arion.” Those are the only two words I get out. How in the world do I respond to that? Her honesty completely catches me off guard. Here I am being a complete prick, wanting to spend the night together, thinking more about myself, when she’s been through hell. She is so strong, considering everything she’s endured. The waiter sets down our meals and when she looks at her food, she smiles. “You like it?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s perfect.”
“Good. Listen, I’m sorry I was rude,” I begin to say, spreading my napkin on my lap, but she cuts me off raising her hand.
“You weren’t rude. I totally get that my quirks are frustrating. Fuck, I would feel the same way if I were you. I just wanted you to know that it has nothing to do with you.”
“Well, I appreciate the
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