Continued from “I’m Your Man.“
I tucked my hands under my armpits and leaned against the passenger door of my car. It was Monday afternoon and Delaney would eventually surface to leave for her hot yoga class.
I hadn’t seen her in the two days over the weekend and she’d been like a ghost at the office most of last week. I was already in withdrawal. Being with her hadn’t quenched my thirst for her, it only made it worse. What I wanted from her was more than physical and somehow I had to make that clear.
But I couldn’t do that if she kept avoiding me, ignoring my texts and calls. It was obvious that she wanted space but patience wasn’t part of my DNA.
When Delaney emerged from the building and saw me there, her yoga bag almost fell off her shoulder. She stopped dead in her tracks and busied herself adjusting and readjusting it on her shoulder. As I walked towards her, she looked everywhere but at me.
Delaney was paying a lot of attention to her shoes. It was actually kind of adorable how she tried to avoid my eyes.
“Could you please look at me?”
I took a few more steps towards her and when she did look at me, I saw no sparkle in her eyes, just sadness.
“You’re avoiding me,” I said softly.
Was this the first time she’d lied to me?
“You avoided me all week and haven’t returned my messages. What do you call that?”
“I need time to think.”
I extended my hand, expecting her to take hold of it but she didn’t.
“Don’t be embarrassed about…”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Delaney quickly cut me off.
“Then what are you?”
I reached out again to her but this time, she took a huge step back, probably remembering what that hand had done to her the last time we’d been alone…
“I’m regretting that we took it that far.”
This ambush of mine wasn’t going the way I’d wanted. Not at all.
“I’m thinking that we didn’t take it far enough.”
Delaney looked away and in the direction that she wanted to escape.
“What happened was for the wrong reasons. That’s what I regret.”
The tremble in her voice worried me.
“What wrong reasons?”
She squared her shoulders back and gave me a distant look.
“It doesn’t matter. I need some time to sort things out, okay?”
That was the last thing I wanted to hear from her.
“No, it’s not okay. What is this really about?”
“I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.”
I watched her walk away but there was no way in hell I’d let her have the last word.
Continuation – “No One in the World.”
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