I get back to the room at five but there’s no sign of her. My mood has taken a turn upwards – A weight has been lifted off me - I talked about Violet. Yeah, I feel guilty that I want Sophie, no doubt about it, but I can't be celibate forever, can I? I haven't been with anyone since Violet and it’s beenyears. All I can think about is what it’d be like to fuck her. Doesn't mean I'm in love with her or anything...just that I want her. If it's only physical, then where is the harm in it?
I send her a text message, it’s a sad thing to admit, but I'm missing her.
Me;Where is the gorgeous girl that is sharing a room with me?
Soph;She’s making herself even more gorgeous
Me;Is that even possible?
Soph;Aw, you're making me blush, having a drink in the bar with the girls. Oops, I may have been on the Prosecco again. I will be back in half an hour or so.
Me;Getting changed to meet the guys in the bar – there’s a rugby match on – I’ll come back up for you when you’re ready.
Soph;You trying to avoid being alone with me?
Me;Maybe I'm worried I won't be able to control myself if I'm alone with you.
Soph;Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my big guy?
Me;It’s me, but in a good mood - you might not have seen that before.
Soph;Lol, I don’t believe it! That’s fine, it will take me ages to get ready. I’ll message you to come back up for me.
Me;Fine, Blue, see you later
I grin as I get ready - already looking forward to seeing her again.
*****
THREE HOURS LATER. . .
I open the door to our bedroom. We have to be back down in the lobby in five minutes, so she better be ready – she messaged me, but you never know.
I stop in my tracks as soon as I open the door. She is exquisite. She is wearing a burgundy dress, short but not too short. It fits snug at the top showing her toned shoulders and flares out at the bottom.
She has her make up done to perfection. She is stunning and onmyarm tonight - unbelievable. I feel lucky. That thought jolts me right there - lucky is something that I haven't felt in a long time. But her on my arm tonight? Yeah, lucky for sure.
“Hey!” I say softly.
She smiles at me but doesn't say anything. Something is happening between us, the way she is looking at me now, I'm a guy, guys can't read the signals like we should be able to do but Jesus - anyone can see how she is looking at me right now, she wants me. ME. I am still trying to wrap my head around that. I'm broken, and not just on the outside. But she wants me.
“You look beautiful,” I say in a whisper.
She looks down at her dress, straightening it. “Thank you - you don't look so bad yourself.”
“Everyone is going to be wondering how the hell I got you to go out with me. I mean, they don't know it’s not real, right?”
Something flashes in her eyes - disappointment, maybe? “I guess. And anyway, you own a mirror, right? You know how you look - I know how women must look at you - don't tell me you've never noticed?”
I frown. “No, I haven't. I think that you might be wrong on that one.”
She shakes her head and smiles as if she doesn't believe me. I don't notice women - I barely notice anything. It's only since she came into my life that I’ve started opening my eyes to different things.
I need to address the kiss. “About before...”
“Yeah?” Does she look hopeful?
“The kiss, it was...I don't know if it was such a good idea.”
