The next morning I’m back at work. “Morning Lexi. How have you been?” Sam greets as though she hadn’t seen me in ages. “Morning Sam, I’m doing much better thanks. How are things here?” I reply enthusiastically “Everything is going great, just sad that Vincent has now left, maybe we’ll get another cute guy joining us again” she continues. We both laugh. I decide to get back into the swing of things again, no more distraction for me. With all that happened this week, I don’t even think once of Dash. I don’t want to shake the way I am feeling now so I don’t call him either, I will wait until Saturday which is when he said he would come over.
The day is fairly slow and I can’t wait for it to end so that I can see Vincent. Its strange looking over to an empty office and knowing it will be empty from now on. I get a call from Vincent later the afternoon saying that he’ll be waiting for me when I get home. I can feel myself blushing after he ends the call by saying – “see you my love.” “And that smile?” Sam says as she enters my office. “Have you and Dash reconciled?” she continues. I have to tell her the truth, it’s time to do so. “Well actually it’s someone else” I start. “Let me guess . . . Vincent?” she says sullenly. I am shocked and surprised that she guessed correctly. “Yes, how did you guess that?” I reply quizzically.
“I figured it out, with him looking for you and I saw the gift he left you on your birthday. He asked me to put it on your desk” she continues. “So you knew all along?” I ask. “I also picked up something during our double date, but I didn’t want to believe it.” She continues. “I’m sorry Sam, I never meant for it to happen, it just did. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I tried to not let it go anywhere since I wanted to give Dash a chance, but I couldn’t stop myself.” I confess. “I know he’s irresistible” she says with a chuckle. “But as long as he makes you happy. You deserve to be happy. It’s been a long time coming” she continues. “I hope that you’re happy too Sam. How is it going with Julian?” I ask.
“We’re doing great, maybe we should do another double date” she replies with a laugh. I look down, not matching her laugh and sigh. “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot that he’s leaving” she says as she notices my sigh. “Its fine” I reply. “How are you going to deal with that though?” she asks. “I don’t know, we will just have to wait and see” I reply. “So is this the reason why you had the fight with Dash? Did he figure it out too?” she continues. “Yes and I still have to sort things out with him” I respond. I’m glad that the truth is out and that Sam seems so cool with the whole matter. I just hope that I can have the same reaction with Dash. I do care about him and would still want to be good friends with him, I just don’t think that is what he had in mind anymore.
When I get home Vincent stands in my driveway waiting in his car. I literally jump out of my car and run over to hug him. He has a huge smile on his face. “I’m going to miss this” he murmurs softly in my ear. “What’d you want to do tonight?” I ask as we walk into the house. He carries all his suitcases with him and places them in the lounge area. “I just want to be with you, so I guess we can just stay in” he replies. “Okay I’ll order takeout then” I say as I look for the delivery menus. While we wait for the food to be delivered we sit on the patio outside since it’s a cool evening. I have the stereo on in the background as we sit in silence. He doesn’t even sing this time, he’s just sitting staring into space.
“Sunday this time I’ll be back in my home Town” he breaks the silence. “And I’ll be here thinking of you” I mumble sadly. He turns and entwines his fingers in mine, holding my hand very tight. “Tell you what – everyday around this time of the evening, come out here and look to the sky and I promise to do the same. That way we know we are connected at that very moment, then close your eyes and picture me and I’ll be sitting right next to you like now” he mutters pulling me closer to him. That’s the most romantic thing that he has told me and I just stare at him. “We’ll always have this moment” he concedes. It feels as though this is a real ’goodbye’ for good, but I don’t want to say anything for fear that I would ruin the moment.
Our takeout eventually arrives so we just sit around and talk about his flight back and what he will do once he’s there. We talk about the night of the double date too. “So why were you acting so devilish that night?” I eventually ask remembering how he acted that night. “I don’t know why really, I guess I was overcome with jealousy so I had to act like a jerk for you to notice me and not pay attention to Dash.” He responds. “Yeah, compared to this week, you were acting like a real jerk. But I guess it also helped in a way because Sam gave up on her infatuation with you” I reply. “She told me that she could see that it was me that you were interested in that night.”
“Did she tell you I asked her to drop your birthday gift on your desk?” he asks. “Yes that’s when she realized that she was right and we did have a thing” I continue. For the rest of the evening we sat in each other’s arms, watching TV. All I could think of was that I wanted to be close to him forever. Then I suddenly remove myself from his arms. “What’s wrong?” he asks as I get up. I gaze at him with desire in my eyes; straddle myself on top of him and start kissing him forcefully. I feel my heart start to pound, but then he pushes me back, gasping for air. I scowl at him astounded that he pushed me back.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me” I murmur. “No don’t apologize, I don’t want you to stop” he replies. “Then what’s wrong, why did you push me?” I ask puzzled as I get off him and stand in front of him. He gets up; turns away and then he turns back and jerks me to him, so forceful that our bodies collide. Like two hard objects. He kisses me passionately, it’s like he’s losing control. He picks me up and carries me up the stairs to my room. We tear each other’s clothes off and end up making passionate love as though the world is ending and this is the last time we will ever be with each other, both our hearts racing. We lay in each other’s arms, wishing the time wouldn’t fly by . . . . But it does.