Page 58 of Our Way

Two years is too long, and I need it hard. Really hard. Deep, hard fucking. The kind you are sore from.

I imagine hearing the slapping sound of people hard at it and, once again, my body tingles. I’m not normally this type of girl but I hope this date works out because god damn it, I need to get laid as soon as possible.

“Goodnight, Eliza.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Tiny.” He pats me twice.

“Goodnight,” I squeak in a mouse voice.

He chuckles, and I smile against my pillow.

Any night with Nathan is a good night. Horny or not. As soon as I take care of this little libido problem I’m experiencing, everything will go back to feeling normal.

I close my eyes as I try to force myself to fall asleep.

But I can’t, because images of Nathan naked are running through my mind…and there’s a lot to look at…trust me on this one. Perhaps I’m traumatised from seeing his dick in the hallway tonight, I smile into my pillow as I remember it. What a visual sensation…. he could totally do porn.

I exhale heavily, it’s going to be a long night.

* * *

It’s Thursday, and I’m walking into the hospital cafeteria to meet Samuel. I feel awkward and weird. Hell, now I remember why I gave up dating.

Samuel stands and gives me a little wave.

“Hi.” I make my way over to the table and he bends and kisses my cheek.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

I smile nervously and fall into the seat. “Yes, fancy that.”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll grab it.”

“Oh, that’s okay,”

“No, I insist.”

“Thanks. I’ll have a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with a mineral water, please.”

“Okay, back in a minute.” He disappears to the counter to order. I watch him for a moment. He really is very good-looking.

I take out my phone and text the girls.

I remember why I don’t date.

This shit is nerve wracking.

They won’t get my message until they finish work, but whatever. I feel better by sending it.

I stuff my phone back into my bag, knowing I need to get a handle on these nerves.

Samuel comes back and sits at the table. “It will be a few minutes.”

“What did you get?” I ask to make conversation.

“Toasted focaccia and coffee.” He smiles over at me. “So, where did you say you’re going to this weekend?”