FALLING in love

Chapter 17 - ... same feelings

Angie

We're a week into 2022 and so far, I'm hating it with a passion!

I don't know why it hurt me so much seeing Hadrien with Coco. I mean, of course it hurts that he hooked up with Coco of all people, she's a total bitch! But even before I knew it was her, it was painful, and that just tells me that I would be hurting no matter who he hooked up with – and that surprises me. I'm not the type of girl to have her heart broken, but on the other hand I can't find another explanation to my feelings. Fucking Hadrien! I seriously don't know what it is about that guy. I guess I just thought that his interest in me was genuine...

What I do understand is how hurt Nancy's feeling because of that fucker, Luke! She tries to put on a brave face and not cry too much, but I guess at this point everything reminds her of him, apparently even his smell lingers on her bedsheets, which she refuses to wash in total self-torture-mode, and she breaks down every time she's reminded of him. I feel for her, I really do. At the same time, it's hard not to get sucked in, and all I really wanna do is escape my own feelings.

With no gators anywhere close to Seattle I figure I have to options for some peace of mind:

1. Tequila

2. Sex

I like both options. I'm gonna go with both.

***

So, here I am on a date with some random guy. He's studying children's psychology, he's got those Harry Potter-like glasses to make him look smarter than he is, and he's super fucking boring! We went out for a beer at a café near the harbor, and we've been talking about the usual stuff. He told me where he's from, what he wants in life and his hobbies - a wife, 4 children, two dogs and his hobbies are rare coins and toy collecting FYI. Oh, and it's not the fun kind of toys but the kind from eons ago like rare train sets and automobiles. Yeah, that's not gonna be my life. In return I told him about my love for crocodilians and my friends and how I would have a lot more tattoos if I had more money.

Now we're strolling along the waterfront, and I find myself rambling about how I only feel at home when I'm near water. I'm pretty sure he doesn't understand. We're the only ones around. It's dark and too cold to be outside for most people. He takes my hand, and I let him. After all, I'm not here to get to know him; I'm here to forget, if only for a moment.

"I really want to kiss you right now," the guy says, and I smile at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Would that be okay?"

"Yeah, that would be okay."

We stop, and he puts his hand on my cheek before leaning in to kiss me. His lips feel warm, but that might just be because it's freezing. With his lips on mine I realize that he's too polite to really kiss me, and so I open my mouth enough to lick his lips, and he responds by opening his mouth. Soon our tongues are dancing with each other, and I kiss him with a passion that I don't actually feel. I rest my hands on his hips, and his hands start to wander. I open my coat to let him feel my body. It's cold as fuck, but I don't care, and he's welcoming the invitation to put his hands on me, cupping my left boob while kissing me more intensely.

He pulls away from me and looks me in the eye.

"Angie, I could very easily get lost in you," he confesses with a heavy breath. His eyes are swimming with lust for me, and this is exactly what I want. I look around, finding a bench where I sit down.

"By all means..." I purr. I'm wearing a long, thick woolen skirt with no pantyhose underneath. I spread my legs and lift the skirt up a little bit to show him that there's easy access to get more of me.