As we walked hand in hand to the back door off of the alley, I realized how my mood had suddenly shifted from pure lust to a nervous energy. We were going to have sex. Of course we’d had different forms of sex for a couple of nights, but this was different. I was going to make love with Theo Manhattan. “After you,” he said, a shy smile crossing his face as he held the door open for me. We walked up the three flights of stairs, my pulse racing from the climb and anticipation of his hands and other parts on and in my body. “So, you’re going to show me your room,” I said, calling back over my shoulder. “That’s very personal.” “You’re the first woman I’ve shown it to since moving in,” he said. “Yeah right,” I laughed, certain he was full of shit. And did it really matter anyway? I had agreed to this game. Five nights and nothing more. I gave him my commitment to not commit and he promised to heal my broken heart. There was a freedom here I had never experienced.
