Me, too. Thanks for finally asking me.
Thanks for saying yes.
Never one to claim she was a master at the art of seduction, she responded to that comment by leaning in and kissing him. Like the kiss in the restaurant, it started slow but then started to build. His hand was suddenly on the side of her face, slipping down to the back of her neck to pull her closer. The armrest was between them and she found herself tilting her body to allow her hand to find his chest.
She wasnt sure how long the kiss went on. It was slow and wildly romantic. When they parted, Chloe found herself slightly out of breath.
So, weve already covered the fact that I never really got to date, she said. So if I do this next part wrong, youll have to forgive me.
What part?
She hesitated a moment but the three drinks urged her on. I want to invite you in. Id make the claim that its for coffee or another drink, but that would be a lie.
Moulton looked genuinely surprised. It was a look that made her wonder if he had misread her. Are you sure? he asked.
That sounded bad, she said, embarrassed. What I meant wasId like to do this without an armrest between us. But Im notIm not going to sleep with you.
Even in the dim light, she could see his face redden at this comment. I never would have expected you to.
She nodded, a little embarrassed herself. Sodo you want to come in?
I really, really do.
With that, he kissed her. This time, it was a bit more playful. In the midst of it, he elbowed the armrest in jest.
She broke away from him and opened her door. As they walked to the stoop of her building, she could not remember the last time shed felt herself soso floaty.
Floaty, she thought with a smile. It was a word Danielle had once used in explaining what it felt like to come down off of the physical high of an orgasm. The memory suddenly had Chloe feeling warm all over, reaching out and taking Moultons hand as they entered the building.
They took the elevator and when the doors closed, Chloe surprised herself by pressing him against the elevator wall and kissing him. Now able to properly place her hands on him, she grabbed him by his waist and pulled him to her. This kiss was a bit more passionate, hinting at so much more she wanted to do to him in that moment.
He was just as eager, his hands finding the small of her back. When he pressed her closer to him and their bodies met, she let out the tiniest of gasps. It was a little embarrassing.
The elevator came to a stop and she pulled away. She could only imagine the looks on the faces of the people she shared the building with if they caught her making out in an elevator. She was relieved to find that Moulton looked a little out of sorts and was breathing a little heavily.
She led him down the hallway, four doors down to her apartment. It then occurred to her that other than Danielle, Moulton would be the only person to have visited her apartment.
Its a shame I dont plan on wasting time with a tour, she thought.
It was yet another thought that made her feel a little embarrassed. She had never felt quite this physically needy when it came to a man. After a while, sex had become this formulaic, expected thing with Steven. And if she was being honest with herself, the times she had been left satisfied had been few and far between. And because of that, she hadnt really had much of a desire for any sort of intimacy with him.
Chloe unlocked the door and they stepped inside. She flipped on the kitchen light and hung her purse on one of the barstools.
How long have you been here? Moulton asked.
Six months or so, I guess. I dont really have much company.
Moulton stepped to her and placed a hand at her waist. When they leaned in and kissed, it was slow and purposeful. It only took a few moments before he gently pressed her against the bar and their kiss deepened. Chloe felt herself growing breathless again, feeling a level of desire she had not felt since becoming intimate with a boy for the first time in high school.
She broke the kiss long enough to lead him to the couch, where they sat next to one another and immediately continued. It felt good to simply be with a man in such a way, especially one who made her feel like this. If she included the portion of her relationship with Steven where physical intimacy had practically gone cold, she had not been kissed and touched by a man like this in about a year and a half.
Eventually, after what felt like mere seconds but was in reality more like five minutes, she was leaning into him and he had no choice but to lie down. Chloe lay on top of him and when she did, one of his hands found its way up the back of her shirt. That small skin-on-skin touch pushed Chloe to an edge she did not see coming. She sighed against him and he responded by slipping his hand further up her back and running it along the side of her bra.
She sat up, straddling him, and smiled down at him. Her head felt like it was swimming and every muscle in her body was begging for more.
I meant what I said, she said almost apologetically. I cant sleep with you. Not so soon. I know it might seem old-fashioned
Chloe, its fine. You tell me when its enough and were good. Tell me when Ive worn out my welcome.
She smiled down at him. The response was almost enough to make her change her mind. But she felt strongly that they should not be rushing this. Sitting on top of him on her couch was already pushing her limits.
The welcome wont be worn out, she said. Would I sound like too much of a headcase if I asked you to stay? No sex, but likeactually sleeping together?
The offer seemed to surprise him. She supposed it was rather strange.
And do you know why youre asking such a thing? It was Danielles voice in her head, always mocking but also helpful at the same time. Its because Dad showed up today and screwed your world up. You want Moulton here so you wont be alone tonight.
Im sorry, she said. That seems conflicting and dumb and
No, its okay, Moulton said. That sounds nice. I do have one thing to ask, though.
Whats that?
More kissing, please, he said with a smile.
She returned the smile and happily obliged.
***She stirred awake some time later to Moulton getting off of the couch. She lifted herself up on one elbow. Her shirt had come off during their make-out session but that had been it. It had been weird to fall asleep on her couch with her pants on but she was oddly proud of their restraint. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5:10 in the morning.
You okay? she asked.
Yeah, he said. I justI felt weird sleeping over. I didnt want it to be weird in the morning. I thought it might be best if I left. But at least theres not the added awkwardness of sex.
Maybe that was my plan all along, she joked.
Should I rush out and we pretend this didnt happen? Moulton asked.
I think Id like you to stay. Ill put some coffee on.
Yeah?
Yeah. I think Id really like that, actually.
She slipped her shirt back on and made her way into the kitchen. She went about setting the coffee up while Moulton slid his own shirt back on.
So its Thursday, he said. I dont know why, but it feels like Saturday.
Is it because what we did last night is usually reserved for Friday nights? A way to kick off the weekend?