Adult Conversations
Angela pulled back and looked into his eyes.
Angela: “Come with me”.
Taking his hand. She led him down the hallway to her bedroom, where flashing lights outlining the ceiling. Melvin sat on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding as she walked into the bathroom.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, sliding under the covers while listening to the sound of running water from behind the closed door. The anticipation was killing him.
A minute later, the door opened. Angela emerged wearing something that made Melvin’s gasped for air —(finally using that lingerie she had kept waiting to wear for years for the right moment, the right person). Saying in his head.
Melvin: “Damn, baby,”
He was amazed how beautiful she was as she approached the bed.
She climbed in beside him, his touch had ignited three years of pent-up longing.
They kissed with an intensity that spoke of everything they’d both been missing, her soft sounds filling the quiet apartment without a care for who might hear.
Melvin: “Your neighbors might hear you.”
Angela: “I don’t care about the neighbors, ohh that’s my spot. I’ve been waiting for too long to worry about being quiet now.”
In that moment, everything felt right. The late-night texts, the honest conversations, the leap of faith they’d both taken—it all led to this. Two people who’d decided they were done playing games, ready to give everything they had for something real.
Six months later, Angela would look back on this night as the moment everything changed. Not because of what said, but because two grown people decided to choose each other and mean it.
To be continued…