I showered using the new soap bar in the tray, dried with the fresh towel next to the hamper, dressed, straightened my tousled hair, put on a dab of perfume and reapplied lipstick. Unlocking the door I got my shoes and while putting them on realized he anticipated the evening with the wine, music, condom, soap bar and towel evidence of assumed planed outcome, his foresight pleased me.
Feeling safe dressed I opened the bedroom door quietly, peeked down at him
by the stove, stepped on the landing and then down the stairs. With the tea
ready he handed me a cup as if we were again in the tea shop when we first met,
not just out of his bedroom.
Sipping tea, we small talked about the movie neither of us had paid much attention to. There was nothing to add to the experience. While uncertain what it meant I was coming back. With the tea gone I whispered.
"I need to go."
The words, “by midnight” came back. It was already half past. He walked me
to my car, kissed and kissed me again, held me tight. Breaking free, thinking
of the time, I got in and watched him in the mirror standing where we kissed as
I drove off.
Back on the El Camino Real, images of crossing his threshold, the fish tank,
music melodies and the blur which occurred on the water bed came back at each
of its frequent stops. It was surreal but it happened.
Approaching my Mountain View turnoff and then my driveway, I became anxious of coming home. It was past 1 AM when I pulled into the garage, dreading the coming confrontation.
I told myself.
I’ll never take Edward’s call again.
I did, however, again and again.