Chapter9

#Chapter9

VEGAS

Present day

/"Would you like to come in?/"

Now why did I ask that?

The excuse was always the same.

/"No./" Terence shook his head, averting his baby blues by fiddling with the radio. /"I need to get up early./" He leaned over and gave me a dry kiss on the cheek. It was the last act before he left me- like he usually did. /"I’ll call you tomorrow./"

My hasty exit didn’t compare to Terence’s. I stepped from the car, closed the door, and turned for a final wave goodbye. I barely caught the gleam of his taillights right before his car disappeared around the corner.

What’s the hurry?

Since I moved back to Chicago, Terence and I have shared a total of three passionate kisses and half a dozen cuddles. He said he wanted to wait for the night of our marriage to do more. I agreed with no reservations. My reasoning was: if he loved me enough to want our second-first-time to be special, who was I to argue?