every block an eternity. I move my hand to his lap, feeling the hardness beneath. He flinches slightly and his breathing grows heavier. ‘Are you?’
‘No, me neiÎt“>lincth neiÎt”ther.’ He reaches his hand down into my dress and I feel a shiver run down to my groin.
God, this is so surreal, both of us having this perfectly normal conversation, while at the same time not being able to keep our hands off each other.
It’s also the biggest turn-on.
‘So if we’re not feeling sleepy, what shall we do?’ I ask innocently, while untucking his shirt and sliding my fingertips underneath his waistband.
‘Hmm, I’m not sure,’ he says, still playing the game. ‘We could watch a DVD.’
The breath catches in my throat. ‘What movies do you have?’ I manage. My entire body is pulsating and it takes every drop of self-control not to demand he has sex with me there and then, on the back seat of the cab.
I know. What am I like?
‘Oh, I’m sure I’ve got something that you’d enjoy . . .’ He trails off, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
‘Really?’ I say thickly.
‘Really,’ he gasps, his voice trembling.
Then suddenly we’re pulling up at his building, and Nate is paying the taxi, and we’re walking in through the revolving doors and across the lobby. I’m so heady with desire I barely notice the doorman, or the ride up in the elevator. All I’m aware of is Nate’s body standing close to mine, the warm musky smell of him, the sound of his breath, short and urgent against my neck.
Now the doors are sliding open and we’re walking into the apartment and saying goodnight to the doorman, and it’s just the two of us, alone at last.
‘You know, I’m not really in the mood for a DVD.’ I turn to him, feeling as if my whole body might explode at any moment.
‘What are you in the mood for?’ He looks at me, daring me.
I can’t do it. I can’t play this game any more.
‘This,’ I say, and pulling him towards me, I kiss him. Last night I was so drunk on red wine the sex was all a bit hazy. Caught up in the whirlwind of seeing him again, of being with him again, it all seemed to happen so fast.
But now I’m getting a glorious rerun, just in case I missed anything, I muse, feeling a shiver of delight as, kissing me back, he pulls me to the floor.
Afterwards we just lie there, dozing. Bathed in a warm fuzziness, I rest my head on his chest, listening as our breathing slows to normal. For a while neither of us speaks, then turning his head, he kisses me gently on the cheek and says quietly, ‘I’ve got something to show you.’
‘Oh, I think I’ve seen everything,’ I say, raising an eyebrow and smiling.
He clicks his tongue reprovingly. ‘No, you haven’t.’ He grins, pulling himself up.
Naked, he disappears for a moment while I lie on the white carpet, warm and contented. I stretch out like a cat and let out a yawn. I feel sleepy, spent, satisfied.
‘I just found it today,’ he says, reappearing. ‘I thought I’d lost it years ago, but it just turned up out of the blue.’ Propping myself up on my elbows, I gaze at him as he bends down to kiss me. ‘A bit like you, hey?’
I look at him in confusion. What is he talking about? Then I notice he’s wearing something round his neck. A pendant. Half a coin.
My heart leaps and I feel a shockwave of amazement, incredulity, excitement . . . and something else. This must be more than just coincidence. This must be Fate.
‘Well, it’s funny you should say that . . .’ Rolling over, I throw out my arm and reach for my bag, which is lying discarded on the floor, along with my clothes. With my fingers, I fumble around inside, until finally I find it. My half of the necklace.
‘Look.’ Triumphantly I loop it round my neck and we exchange looks of delight.
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‘Hey, I wonder if they still . . .’ Leaning towards me, he...
‘It’s a perfect fit,’ I murmur.
‘Are you talking about the necklace or . . .?’ He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
‘Nate!’ I giggle, and swat him playfully.
‘What?’ he laughs, then pauses thoughtfully, tracing a finger across my shoulder. ‘You know, now I’ve found you again, I’m never letting you go.’
‘Yeah, right,’ I tease, but inside I feel a burst of happiness.
‘No, I’m serious.’ His