Author's Note: This is a continuation of "The One Who Got Away: Part 1", which was told from character Leigh's point of view. This story is being told from Jayson, the male character's point of view, and picks up where part 1 left off.
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Dang, who would've thought me taking on this job with the museum would bring me back to my first love?
Leigh and I just spent the last few hours kissing, touching and loving on each other. It was quite the workout. As the shower provided a unique, soothing sound, I decided to go check the mini-fridge to see if there is another bottle of water.
I opened the door, and there was an unopened bottle, thank goodness. I was spent! I downed the full bottle, and sat down on the bed. My dick had finally settled down and was limp. The room smelled of our sexscapades and anyone who came in would automatically know what we were up to.
Heck, the neighboring room is probably pissed because we were loud as hell!
As I chuckled at the thought, my mind drifted back to Leigh. We didn't get into her divorce, nor mine, but I did sense a sadness that came over her when she briefly mentioned it.
Then it hit me. What if she thinks that I only see her as a booty call or that I'm taking advantage of her situation? It made me panic a bit because that is not the case.
I fell in love with her when we meet during freshman orientation in college. This quiet, chocolate skinned girl got this sometimes arrogant, chocolate skinned dude to calm down and think about others. It was something about her that made you want more for you, but also made me want to protect her.
Then the night it all changed. My advisor had told me that the university was discontinuing my major and recommended a few other colleges for me to transfer to if I still wanted to pursue my field of study. I did and after some thought, I chose a college that was out of state. I probably should've told Leigh before I made the decision and before I had already begun the transfer process, but I thought for sure she would stick around.
Again, that was the arrogant part of me. But she cried, a lot, when I told her. The next day, I woke up to a text she had sent late that night breaking up with me and wishing me luck with my future. I would never admit it to Leigh, but it did hurt. It hurt because I felt that I had forever lost the one girl I ever truly loved.
A few years after graduating from college, I thought I had found a woman I cared for.
Looking back, I don't even think it was love. It was more of a companion, someone to do things with, but not build a life with. We were married for five years, but we wanted different things in life. She wanted to travel, life her best life, not be tied down to a particular thing or place. I could understand that, but it wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted to eventually settle down, have a family, and enjoy life with them. I was also very career focused, not for the money, but to make sure that what I did could make a difference. It was what attracted me to the museum project. When my boss approached me about the opportunity to work with the history museum in the city where I first started college, I was excited. I always loved this city and wanted to return one day. This was my chance.
I had figured that by now Leigh would be long gone and it wasn't even a thought that she was still around here. Then I saw her tonight. I had walked out on the patio at the gala to get some alone time and prep my mind for my presentation, and there she was dressed in a fitting dress that complemented her body and was so very sexy. She had gained weight since our freshman year, but so have I so who am I to judge?
But, I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make things awkward. What if she was there with a beau or husband? What if she was stilled pissed at me deep down for leaving her?
So my brilliant line was "I'm not much of a crowd person either."
"Yeah, I just needed some fresh air," she simply responded without looking at me.
"I feel ya," I replied, not knowing what else to say. Clearly, she didn't want to be bothered.
But, as fate would have it, she would come up to me at the end of the gala and well, one thing lead to another and here I am completely naked sitting in her hotel room.
Reminiscing about the night came to a sudden stop as I heard the shower turn off and Leigh call out, "Jayson? Um, can you hand me a towel? It's too far for me to reach."
I stood up and walked into the bathroom and there she stood. Wet, beautiful, and sexy with her arm stretched out for the towel.
I grabbed it off the counter and handed it to her.
"Here you go baby girl," I said. "Damn, you're so beautiful."
She smiled and looked down before quietly saying "Thanks...I think something else does too."
That's when I looked down and saw that my dick was again at attention. "Damn Jayson," I told myself, "you better calm yourself down. You have all weekend to get in that kryptonite pussy."
"Well, it's what you do to me," I said to Leigh before heading out of the bathroom back into the room.
I glanced over at the bed and there were wet spots all over it. There's no way she's going to be able to sleep in the bed like that.
Leigh walked out with the towel barely covering her curvaceous body and glanced over at me.
"You can jump in if you'd like. I know I said I would leave the water running, but it's habit to turn it off...I haven't had someone who even wanted to get in the shower after me in such a long time," said Leigh, as the same sadness I noticed earlier slowly creeping over her face.
"Baby girl, you're good," I said as I stood up and kissed her on her forehead. "Listen, I was thinking, we've made quite a mess here. Want to head up to my room? It'll be fresh sheets to mess up."
"Uh, um..." said Leigh, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool. I'll jump in the shower and that'll give you time to get dressed. We'll then head up to my room," I said as I headed into the bathroom to clean up.
When I finished showering and came out of the bathroom, Leigh was sitting on the chair next to the bed reading a magazine in some athletic shorts and t-shirt. A far cry from lingerie, but there was something about her that still made it sexy.
I put on the basketball shorts and shirt I had on when I came down earlier. "Ready to head up?" I asked Leigh.
"Yeah, let's go. I'll just grab my room key, phone and charger," said Leigh. She closed the magazine and tossed on the nightstand and went to grab the items off of the dresser.
