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"Really? Me too." He replied.

I stared at the reply and held my breath. I feel my face and body get heated and flushed.

I closed the app immediately.

I open the app back up immediately.

"Me too,” it still said.

A follow up comes next: “I will if you will…”

Holy shit. He doesn’t need to say more. I know what he’s referring to.

Knowing what I've confessed to him…sexual kinks, shared desires…someone who has fucked me every which way in my mind ...Now an opportunity I’d always convinced myself would never happen.

If we have even a glint of a spark in person, we’ll incinerate each other.

And here I am, two weeks later sitting at the bar off The Strip he and I agreed upon.

I'm nervous that it won't go well.

I'm nervous it WILL go well...

People are milling about in casual chats, loud bachelor & bachelorette parties, work outings, tradeshow runaways with their badges still on lanyards...It’s got the rhythm and din of a bar that sees a lot and keeps secrets.

I texted when I was arriving and full outfit details and asked what he was wearing. No reply.

I sit at the bar, staring at my phone.

I order a mixed drink because my hands were trembling too much to sip a martini gracefully.

"Hello Miss." I sense someone right behind my barstool…

I start to swivel the seat around, but a hand stops movement on the backrest.

"Don't turn around yet....”

I express a whispered kind of chuckle—but it's the sound of nerves releasing more than a laugh...

"So you can see me, but I can't see you?"

He ignores my question. No reply.

He keeps the weight of silence so heavy between us. I like it. And I curse it.

I wonder what he’s up to, but do as told…I had decided 2 weeks ago I was going to allow myself to have fun, be free, and make some memories.

The trust was there now all we needed was opportunity. And so here we are.

A hand brushes my hair from side of my neck..His touch makes me jolt In anticipation, excitement and a realization that I haven’t been touched tenderly in a very long time.

"I didn't think you'd come..." he said in my ear. Planting a soft kiss on the bottom of the side of my neck. I’m feeling it already as my head falls back a bit, melting into this.

"Didn't you want me to?" I say, half turning, sounding out of breath, adrenaline surging, my peripheral working overtime trying to figure him out.

"No." I hear... as a kiss is placed softly just up an inch from the last one ...my shoulders fall, I exhale audibly…everything goes limp above my waist…and below it, I clench…

"No,” He repeats. “you weren’t.” Kissing me again…

"You weren't supposed to go through with this...” his hands move to my shoulders…”You weren't supposed to come because you were supposed to be the smart one....”(another kiss running closer to my ear..fuuck..)

“You had to be the one who tells me we need to stop....”

Inside I feel a switch —I’m not thinking or overthinking about anything but this long-awaited moment. Immediately I know I’m as much his filthy woman in person as I am online.

“You needed to stay away and text me that you changed your mind, and we need to be good...And yet here you are.” He adds. “And Miss? If you agree to leave this bar with me….(lower voice) You are sooo getting fucked tonight.”

He swivels the stool around.

Eyes meet. He has a hand on each arm of the barstool, caging me. Or is he freeing me?

My eyes now dancing all over his face taking him in…his lips his jawline..and back to his eyes…he’s really here, and we are actually touching eachother beyond our words.