Last updated on October 22nd, 2025 at 12:20 pm
Is she playing with me? Asking if she’s sated my hunger. If I didn’t know, I’d say that she’s teasing me to see how far I can go. I take a deep breath and adjust myself. I expected all emotions and prepared but I didn’t expect this intensity of desire. It’s insane. Like some suppressed energy finally unleashed. It’s going to be a tough night. Maybe I should have chosen somewhere less conducive for this type of feeling. Honestly, I was only considering both of us being comfortable and able to talk. Surely, I should be able to talk.
She looks at me again, and though we’ve only had water—both of us seeming to have lost our appetite—she looks like she’s slightly tipsy. Her eyes are almost a slit as she stares at me and smiles. I clear my throat and pull her into me, wrapping my hands around her waist. She rests her head on my shoulder and sighs. It’s too soon to ask if this feeling is mutual or if it’s just me.
“We should eat… and talk.” I stroke her hair. I assume she’s dozed off when she finally talks.
“How was your trip?” She asks. Now that’s a good conversation starter.
“It was smooth, no flight delays, taxi to and from the airport, here with my Sweetcakes. Life’s good. You know the deets, baby.”
“Yeah yeah,” She clears her throat. “It’s good to see you.” She lifts her head and strokes my beard.
“Angie,” I chant her name like a prayer. This way, her lips so close to mine, my heart thumping loudly in my chest, it takes a lot for me not to kiss her. I focus on the bottle of water before us instead.
“How do we handle this distance if we umm…date?” She finally sits up and puts a little distance between us, which I’m grateful for even though I immediately miss her. Through the myriad of emotions, a part of me still recognises this as an important question, so I also sit up and try to match the seriousness of the moment.
“Honestly, I’ve also considered it. I didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”
“Pressure? We both understand what’s happening. There’s no pressure.”
“Okay, baby. But I want your decision to stem from a place of total desire and not because I’ve slightly pressured you or tilted things in my favour.”
“And you flying down here on the spur of the moment, are you not tilting things in your favour?”
“Angie, when you -”
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“What, baby?” I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, unable to help myself. This throws both of us off balance a bit and we’re unable to talk. I hope she doesn’t see this as me trying to avoid a conversation. I can’t apologise for my instincts, though.
“Why do you keep calling my name?” She’s so close that I can smell her breath, minty.
“Baby, I’m struggling here. Chanting your name is the most I can do.” I decide to be hones,t even if I can’t disclose my exact struggle. She seems content with my response as she simply nods.
“Okay, you were saying something before I interrupted you.”
“Yeah, thank you. When you finally decide to take the leap with me, I want it to be solely your decision, no pressure.” I’m happy with myself that I remember what I was saying. I’m fine with the slow burn but right now—this close to Angie, seeing her in flesh—it’s pure torture.
“Alright then. You’ve filled out so much, you look very different from when we were in school.” She changes the topic.
“Yeah, well, you had the luxury of seeing me last year. I wish I had the same luxury.”
“Would you have called me? If you had seen me.”
“A 100 percent. Sure thing.”
“Hmm.”
