Wait for Me by Sara Tessa

felt him come, I felt a profound sense of gratification at the fact that he had enjoyed me.
    He freed my hands and collapsed beside me with his eyes closed. Lying on the bed, I could finally drag my fingers across his skin. It was warm and soft, just as I had imagined. I began to kiss his neck, his chest, his hands, in a gesture of appreciation. I moved lower, towards his penis, still semi-erect. I kissed and stroked it, then returned to his magnificent eyes.
    â€œHappy New Year, Sophie,” he said, with a charming smile.
    â€œHappy New Year, Adam,” I croaked, still struggling to speak.
    We held one another for an indefinite amount of time, kissing and caressing in silence, apart from the sound of our breathing and the beat of his heart. I was lost amongst swirling sensations. I had never had sex like that before… with anybody. Nobody had ever shown me that level of pleasure. In his arms – for the first time ever – I felt complete. It was as though nothing before him had really existed; as though all of life was confined to that very moment. Everything else was happening in a remote world, at a remote time. Lulled by the rhythm of his breathing, I closed my eyes in bliss. “You’re beautiful, Adam,” I muttered, absently. I felt a halt in his breathing. I opened my eyes to look at his. They were tightly shut.
    â€œWhat is it?” I asked.
    â€œI have to go. I need to be up early tomorrow – I’m climbing with friends”.
    I pulled away from him, uncertain. What had I said? A moment later, Adam was on his feet getting dressed. I copied him, grabbing my t-shirt and jogging pants and slipping into them quickly. I sat on the bed and looked at him, a little dismayed. What had I said? That he was beautiful? Certainly nothing outrageous, but he was definitely on the defensive now.
    â€œDid I say something wrong?” I asked, timidly.
    â€œNo, it’s all good,” he planted a kiss on my lips and stroked my head.
    â€œThen why does it feel like you’re running away?”
    â€œI’m not running away – it’s just that I’m climbing in three hours and I need to be on good form.”
    I stared at him for a few seconds, perplexed, and let out a short breath. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be on top form in three hours,” I said sarcastically.
    He put his knee on the bed and held my face in his hands. “Sophie, honestly, I have to go. I promise I’ll call you later.”
    He stood up and I followed. Dejected, I walked to the door with him.
    â€œI’ll call you later,” he repeated in the doorway.
    Like hell you will, I thought. He didn’t even have my number… he didn’t even ask for my number.
    Leaning against the wall and watching him, I nodded.
    â€œGo back to bed,” he said, lightly touching my arm. “I’ll see you soon.”
    â€œAlright, bye,” I said. Asshole, I thought.
    â€œBye.”
    I slammed the door. That bastard had lured me in and I had fallen for it – hook, line and sinker. What had he heard when I told him he was beautiful? What had he assumed? That I might fall in love with him? Why the hell did I say that? Especially to someone like him, someone so allergic to commitment that he would rather go with hookers. Stupid girl. Weary, I put myself to bed, still inhaling his scent.
    Hugging the pillow, I fell asleep.

“He’s just not that into you”
    A few hours later, the phone rang. It was my brother.
    â€œHappy New Year, Sophie!” said Fred. “So, how boring was it?”
    â€œErm… it wasn’t,” I replied thickly.
    â€œDid I wake you up?”
    â€œYeah,” I said, looking around.
    â€œIt’s 10 a.m.!” he exclaimed. “We’re going to Mom’s, remember? I’ll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes.”
    â€œEugh. Right… I’ll be ready.”
    â€œRise and shine, Sophie!” he