drenched for reasons other than what I had hoped for tonight, I dragged myself to my bathroom, peeling off my clothes as I went. I flipped on the water and let the spray slip down my body. My legs and arms felt like jelly, but it was a good thing because I had no energy left to feel sexually frustrated over my ruined night with Flor.
She had been so pliable in my arms. Fuck! Her body, small as she was against me, fit perfectly. I looked down at my cock that, in spite of physical exhaustion, had decided to perk right up as thoughts of Flor filled my mind.
A disgruntled growl clawed up my throat, making me want to go right back to my gym and work my frustrations out all over again.
I stood under the water and considered texting or calling her, but I thought it better to explain and apologize face to face. I’d just need her to agree to meet me again, which I knew would likely be pretty damn difficult given the way she looked at me from inside the elevator. Disappointment never tasted so foul.
Once my muscles were relaxed, my body washed and my hair shampooed, I reluctantly pulled myself from the safe haven of my shower and went right for my phone with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Goliath: I’m sorry about tonight. Can I take you to lunch tomorrow? I need to explain.
I went about getting ready for bed and pretended to not check my phone every few minutes. Not a word from Flor. Her message beneath my feeble text said she received it and read it, which only made the bite of disappointment a little sharper since she chose not to respond.
I climbed into bed, resigned to the fact that I’d try again tomorrow and if that failed, I’d just find her and make her hear me out. The last thing I needed was an enchanting woman like her thinking that I was some kind of asshole. That would haunt me in a way that would make having a drink more tempting than I cared to admit. I’ve earned that title in the past, but not this time. This was all Halley’s fault and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to set the record straight. If she wanted nothing to do with me once I apologized and explained my sister’s bullshit, then so be it. At least I’d know that I tried.
My alarm came early—too early. In spite of my body’s protestations, I dragged myself through my morning routine. Coffee, shower, dress, emails, feed the fish…
All the while, Flor was on my mind. I had to explain. It was a Sunday and I was sure she would be off work. I wondered what she was doing right then. I wondered where she lived. If I knew her address, I’d send flowers and chocolate and then myself right to her door.
I was supposed to meet Martin for an AA meeting then go grab lunch, but I needed to take a drive first. I’d go back to the gym, but my muscles were still recovering from the damage I’d done the night before. I snagged my helmet, keys, and riding jacket from the closet and made my way to the parking garage. A ride on my Ducati was in order. It was always great therapy, and I needed to clear my head and let anger toward Halley roll off my back.
The thing about riding a motorcycle is you’re forced to pay attention to just riding. The weather, the roads, the traffic… There isn’t any room for worries or doubts, anxiety or temptation. There was only me and the road and the machinery carrying me from point A to point B.
As much as I would have liked to believe I was focused on just the road, that wasn’t entirely true. There was still a small segment of my mind bent on anger toward Halley and a slightly bigger segment bent on lusting after a gorgeous woman who I was insanely attracted to—the same woman who also walked out on me the night before. The hurt in her eyes had made me feel so small.
Traffic was light, the weather wasn’t quite suffocating yet, and I shifted gears, propelling myself down the road faster. My bike ate up the pavement beneath me and I breathed the city air deeply. It felt good. It was a great distraction
She had been so pliable in my arms. Fuck! Her body, small as she was against me, fit perfectly. I looked down at my cock that, in spite of physical exhaustion, had decided to perk right up as thoughts of Flor filled my mind.
A disgruntled growl clawed up my throat, making me want to go right back to my gym and work my frustrations out all over again.
I stood under the water and considered texting or calling her, but I thought it better to explain and apologize face to face. I’d just need her to agree to meet me again, which I knew would likely be pretty damn difficult given the way she looked at me from inside the elevator. Disappointment never tasted so foul.
Once my muscles were relaxed, my body washed and my hair shampooed, I reluctantly pulled myself from the safe haven of my shower and went right for my phone with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Goliath: I’m sorry about tonight. Can I take you to lunch tomorrow? I need to explain.
I went about getting ready for bed and pretended to not check my phone every few minutes. Not a word from Flor. Her message beneath my feeble text said she received it and read it, which only made the bite of disappointment a little sharper since she chose not to respond.
I climbed into bed, resigned to the fact that I’d try again tomorrow and if that failed, I’d just find her and make her hear me out. The last thing I needed was an enchanting woman like her thinking that I was some kind of asshole. That would haunt me in a way that would make having a drink more tempting than I cared to admit. I’ve earned that title in the past, but not this time. This was all Halley’s fault and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to set the record straight. If she wanted nothing to do with me once I apologized and explained my sister’s bullshit, then so be it. At least I’d know that I tried.
My alarm came early—too early. In spite of my body’s protestations, I dragged myself through my morning routine. Coffee, shower, dress, emails, feed the fish…
All the while, Flor was on my mind. I had to explain. It was a Sunday and I was sure she would be off work. I wondered what she was doing right then. I wondered where she lived. If I knew her address, I’d send flowers and chocolate and then myself right to her door.
I was supposed to meet Martin for an AA meeting then go grab lunch, but I needed to take a drive first. I’d go back to the gym, but my muscles were still recovering from the damage I’d done the night before. I snagged my helmet, keys, and riding jacket from the closet and made my way to the parking garage. A ride on my Ducati was in order. It was always great therapy, and I needed to clear my head and let anger toward Halley roll off my back.
The thing about riding a motorcycle is you’re forced to pay attention to just riding. The weather, the roads, the traffic… There isn’t any room for worries or doubts, anxiety or temptation. There was only me and the road and the machinery carrying me from point A to point B.
As much as I would have liked to believe I was focused on just the road, that wasn’t entirely true. There was still a small segment of my mind bent on anger toward Halley and a slightly bigger segment bent on lusting after a gorgeous woman who I was insanely attracted to—the same woman who also walked out on me the night before. The hurt in her eyes had made me feel so small.
Traffic was light, the weather wasn’t quite suffocating yet, and I shifted gears, propelling myself down the road faster. My bike ate up the pavement beneath me and I breathed the city air deeply. It felt good. It was a great distraction
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