Semua Bab Forbidden Fling: Bab 61 - Bab 70

You would think I’m seventeen on my first date.Since leaving the bar with Max and receiving Shana’s text that she was done for the week and wanted me to take her mind off work, I’ve been in planning overload. It’s what I do. I plan, probably excessively. After all, a structure doesn’t become a fifty-story building without planning. First there are specs. What will be needed to secure the foundation? A building or a bridge, no matter how well constructed, won’t stand without a strong foundation. After that, preliminary plans are developed. The investors’ desires are taken into consideration but always with safety regulations in mind.Once the basics are formulated, a model is constructed. While I loved Legos as a kid, these models are different, being built to scale for a very specific reason. If the model can’t stand or withhold the stresses placed upon it, neither will the structure.It’s the way my mind works.Of course, things are different for creating a weekend with the woman I’

Trevor laughs as he pulls out a bar stool at the breakfast counter. “For you.”As soon as I climb onto the stool, I see the source of the fantastic aroma. Across the bar, on the other counter is a large white box, the edges discolored with grease, and I know I’ve met the man of my dreams. “I see you have been cooking all day.”“Hey, I found a lady who likes pizza as much as I do. I’m taking advantage.”“I do love pizza. Anything else?”“Wine.”“My favorite combination.”Before he walks over to the food, Trevor bends down and kisses that spot behind my ear, sending chills through me, tightening the twists inside, and leaving goose bumps along my skin. His large hands skirt across my shoulders, lifting my ponytail. “T-Trevor...”“Oh, you can’t wear your hair away from your neck and expect me to behave.”I reach for my ponytail. “Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t even think of that when I did it?”“Yes...”He kisses my exposed neck once again. This time the chills cover my ent

I wake to my dark bedroom and reach for Shana, but she’s not there. All at once, I’m sitting up and straining into the darkness, scanning my bedroom and listening for anything. The sounds of the city that never sleeps are just beyond my window while everything within reach is silent. Well, except for my heart. It’s now beating within my ears.“Shana?”I call out once and then again, louder. “Shana.”My feet hit the floor as I make my way toward the attached bathroom.The door is wide and she’s not there.I race toward the hall to the second bathroom.Empty.An unfamiliar sense of panic bubbles from deep inside me.Where is she?What happened?I’m not losing her again. Not after the time we’ve had together. I won’t.“Shana.”It’s as I turn from the hallway to the living room that I remember to breathe and my heart slows to a healthy pace.Outside the window beyond the open pane is her silhouette upon the fire escape. For only a second, I stand and watch.Her long unrestrained hair is b

Kimbra meets us at the door of her apartment, eyeing me up and down, her smile growing as she scans.Looking down, I take a peek at the skirt and top I’m wearing, the ones I packed after talking to Kimbra. The skirt is long and flowing and the top is simple, yet chic. My shoes are a gladiator asymmetrical wedge, the soft straps fitting around my ankles. My hair is down with soft curls at the end and my makeup is minimal—especially compared to the day on the runway. And yet the way she’s looking at me, I feel exposed. Her grin makes me want to blush, as if she’s seeing beyond my well-thought-out outfit and knows every intimate thing Trevor and I have done since our last visit to her apartment.Maybe that’s what friends see when they look at you. They see what your words haven’t had the chance to share. It’s why Stephen knew I was having bunny-rabbit sex without my saying a word.As my other best friend briefly crosses my mind, I recall a few of his subtle hints that I’ve recently been

Emerging from the subway tunnel near Rockefeller Center, I squint as the sunshine fills the street. As the crowd pushes forward, I’m like a salmon in a stream. Thankfully, we’re all swimming the same direction.Looking at my watch, I calculate that if I can walk the rest of the way at a swift pace, I’ll make it to the tenth floor of Saks with over three minutes to spare. Considering that Trevor and I woke later than planned, my decision to take the subway instead of aboveground transportation may have saved the day.When I went to Trevor’s apartment Friday night, I didn’t intend to stay until Monday morning, but plans change. That’s my new attitude.Adapt.After spending the afternoon with his family, I didn’t want to leave him and go back to my hotel alone. Continuing our no-plans weekend, we went back to his apartment, laid a blanket on the living room floor, picnicked with cheese and fruit, and continued our Netflix marathon with a few intermissions for exercise. Thank goodness we