Vicki Marie’s Sexy Summer Reading Series: One Chapter A Day
THE BACHELOR CHAPTERS: A THINKING WOMAN’S ROMANCE
“Andre—really good to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again.” Andre got up from the table, and gave Trish a hug.
“Likewise, young lady. Have a great Thanksgiving.”
“I like him,” Trish said, when I walked her to the door of the restaurant. “Thanks for inviting me.”
“I knew you would! He’s a great guy—and he makes me feel good. Maybe too good—I’ll fill you in later.” Wait till she heard I’d fallen hard for a guy, who couldn’t get hard. She would get a laugh out of it. Lesbians were always making jokes about the superiority of dildos over dicks.
“Drive careful, girl! I can’t believe how much snow we got!” The snow had started falling at 5:00 p.m., during rush hour, and by the end of the game, there was at least four or five inches on the road.
It was Monday night and the three of us had met at Talarico’s, where we watched Hasselback and the Seahawks be mauled by Tom Brady’s Patriots. Andre had rubbed it in, and the competition created a bond between the two. Life felt normal with Trish back on the scene. We’d slipped right back in our groove like nothing had happened. It had never been important for me to mingle my dates with my friends, but I had wanted her to meet Andre, and I wasn’t surprised they’d hit it off.
I sat down with Andre again, and edged into the comfort of this body. I felt the current; our spark had not dimmed. Yesterday’s fireside chat had raised more questions than answers, but I was still crazy for the guy. Something was growing inside me. Something was stretching and flexing and calling me out. I recognized the fall before love. When this man touched me, my skin knew. When this man kissed me, my heart knew. It wasn’t the chemistry of desire that Andre inspired. He wanted to know me—all of me. As is so often with love, it made no sense. I didn’t need it, I didn’t want it, and I didn’t understand why. Why him? Why now?
I looked Andre in the eye, and told him how good I felt to be with him. I asked him if he still felt the same about me.
“This is where I want to be, Vicki Marie. I want you. That hasn’t changed.” I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes. I didn’t move to kiss him. I didn’t move at all. Instead, I held him, and he held me, in the brilliant circle of his attention.
We left the restaurant, and Andre walked me to my car through the soft snow. He knocked the snow off my windshield, opened the door to my car, and kissed me deeply.
“Drive safe. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said. I swooned as he closed the door behind me. I put the key in the ignition, pulled a U-turn in the deserted road, pure and white with fresh snow. I caught his back in the rearview mirror, walking away from me. I felt even more drawn to him after our bold interaction. I was encouraged. I felt that he and I were capable of a distinct and extraordinary connection. This was special. This was real. This was my bright present, and the future promised more light.
TOMORROW: Chapter 61
Copyright Vicki Marie Stolsen, 2014, Forever Forty-Four Publications, Publicity Rare Bird Lit, Tyson Cornell, Tyson@rarebirdlit.com, Distribution by Ingram, Available online and in bookstores in paperback, eBook, and audio format.