Is forever long enough?
Those words stayed with me all through dinner and every time I looked into his eyes, I saw those beautiful lips forming the words that his deep, husky voice spoke to my heart. I was in trouble. The kiss in the car led to another and another and in a few minutes' time, we were in the sexual stratosphere, so ready to just rip off our clothes and fuck like rabbits. He was the one who pushed us apart, laughing and saying that we were going to get arrested if we didn't get going.
Dinner was a dream. Through wine, antipasti, salad and entrees, we talked, tentatively at first, then more freely. I thought it was funny that we could kiss without a problem but when it came to talking, it was difficult. We both tiptoed around the baby issue but I think we'd already said all that we needed to say about it. I told him about living with my parents, of how my mother had enjoyed controlling every detail of life so much that I had to leave. He commended me for having the courage to leave and asked if I intended to stay with Jessie. I told him that I wanted to find my own place, not because I didn't love Jessie, but because I needed my own space.
"What about sharing my place with me?"
I thought about it but shook my head almost immediately. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why? I've got a spare room."
"Peter, both you and I know that I'd never see the inside of that bedroom."
He turned those dark liquid eyes on me. "And that's a bad thing?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Peter ... "