It was the very same room Dontae had mentioned in the first story he’d read. There was not a lot a space to maneuver, but there was a table against the back wall, about waist high. Looking at it now, it was impossible not to imagine Dontae spread open for him there. Soon she would be. How strange a day that’d started out like any other had twisted and turned, bringing him the opportunity of a lifetime. He was bound and determined to make it count. Glancing at his watch, he noted she had a little less than a minute to show. Would she? What would he do if she didn’t? The answer wasn’t really forthcoming, but he wasn’t going to ignore this thing between them. So much wasted time believing the other person wasn’t interested. Perhaps it was his fault. Maybe if he had pushed a little more, been a little more forthright. But then, he had a feeling Dontae would’ve run from that. In the end, maybe this was better. Now there was no doubt they wanted each other, and from what he had read, Parson was sure they were compatible.
