The Date Planner

1.14. Talk

I don't remember how long we were there kissing in the parking lot. It was like the world had faded in the background and it was only him. His scent, his touch, everything just made me forget where I was or anything else.

My work least of my worries. Nothing. Just me and him. I drowned myself in him, like he was a drug.

Though his kisses had turned even more softer and tender after a while as he peppered them down my throat, nipping at the pleasure point between the juncture of my neck and shoulder, eliciting a gasp from me.

Making me tighten my fingers around his hair and tug at it gently, wanting him even closer.

Breathing harder, pressing closer and nothing but ourselves to tether us to the ground...

Then I blink back to myself as my train of thoughts are interrupted by none other than the source of them.

Clinton.

We had long departured from the McDonald's driveway and to be very honest, my head was still in that parking lot.

And I won't deny it, I'm still kind of hot and bothered.

But anyhow, Clinton suggested to head to the beach, retracing our steps back to our first not-a-date-yet-a-date.

Now here we're, sitting in the sand, a little too much close to the shoreline, gazing out at the night sky, lost in our own heads waiting yet again for the other to speak.

My phone starts ringing all of a sudden, breaking the silence.

Harley Jenkins

Flashes on the screen and I just sigh to myself.

"A client?", Clinton asks, looking at the screen.

"Yup", I say with a pop to the 'p' in the end.

"Why don't you just shut them off? It's past working hours. Way past it. Shouldn't they know that already?"

I give him a look as I recall him calling me at midnight one time asking about the arrangements for his date.

"You're the one to talk?"

He furrows his brows at me for a second before the realization dawns on him.

He clears his throat up, rolling his sleeves further up his arms, not meeting my eyes.

"Sorry", he mutters sheepishly.

Long gone was his coat jacket and instead were his sleeves rolled up as I looked at him, thinking over his statement curiously.

Then a thought hit me and before something could change my mind, I did it.

I stood up from my place, took a few steps forward into the water and threw my phone with as much as strength as possible into the endless sea, in the wake of Clinton's calling.

I heard him catch up to me, pulling me back gently away from water.

"What the fuck was that about?", he demanded.

I couldn't help but smile.

"I took your advice", I simply shrugged, enjoying the gentle breeze in my hair.

"What?", now it was his turn to smile.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I shut them off, once and for all", I said, trying to hide the giddy laugh that was trying to burst out of my throat.

He looked at me for a second, eyes smiling.

"Feels amazing, doesn't it?", his eyes searching mine.