“Can I talk to Amy?” he asked.“Sorry, she doesn’t want to talk right now.”Fuck me. I’m dead.“Uhm ... Well, tell her I called, and I’ll see her tomorrow.”“I will.” She then whispered into the phone, “Sorry.”He sighed and said, “Thanks. Bye.”“Goodbye.”Dave hung up the phone and muttered, “I am so dead.”Feeling as if the Grim Reaper was hovering over his shoulder the next day, he arrived at Amy’s house and knocked on the door. The look on her face only confirmed his fears.“Where were you?” she snapped.“I went to the go-cart track with Will and-”She cut him off with a growl and pushed him hard enough that he stumbled back. “Oh, off with those two. I guess they’re more important than me, huh?”“What? No. You said you needed to do your chores, so-”“I don’t even want to hear it.”“Amy, if I knew you were going to call, I wouldn’t have gone. I just haven’t seen them in a while.”“And I suppose that’s my fault?”“No.”“Whatever,” she said, and then spun on her heel.“Amy...”She slammed the door in. He took my hands and gave me a gently tug in his direction. We slid towards each other and for the first time I wrapped my arms around my online lover. My head spun as I was enveloped in his warmth and the clean scent of soap and man. I buried my head in his shoulder and inhaled for all I was worth. We held each other in the near dark, not saying anything until he started to trail gentle kisses down my neck. I sighed and clutched him closer, relishing the way his large muscles felt through his tight t-shirt as he continued to lightly kiss my neck. ‘Is it alright if I kiss you?’ he whispered, tugging gently at a lock of my chin length black hair. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, then slowly ran his fingers through my hair as he went back to peppering my neck with light kisses. It was decision time. This was something I should have decided months ago, or at least before I hopped in my car and drove to his apartment in the middle of the night. I felt my abdomen tighten as.
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