I need to get my head out of the clouds and keep my feet firmly on the ground. Making dinner together, eating on the terrace, and even enjoying what I imagine is some expensive wine is nice. It’s domestic and romantic, but that’s not us. We aren’t a couple.
We don’t live together, so I shouldn’t feel all domestic about this situation. And Clay’s been honest that he doesn’t do relationships. I need to stop trying to picture a future with him. Staying here is temporary. This fantasy will be over as soon as I get a new place or can return to my apartment. I’ll go back to my life of not dating and only focusing on work and taking care of Tinkerbell. He’ll go back to his life of threesomes and one-night stands.
We’ll forget all about each other, eventually. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. My vagina, however, says there is no way she will let me forget Clay and his big dick. I can ignore her. Maybe I’ll buy one of those big dildos to shut her up with. My heart, however, thumped o
