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Our need to protect, for instance.
And yet, somehow I felt it with Cookie.
Cookie.
I still can’t believe after the night we shared that she left without giving me her name. We talked about everything in a way that felt like we were each baring our very souls, but the more I think about it, the more I realize we talked about hopes and dreams and the future, but not the past. We didn’t get into personal data. And every time I tried to pick at one of those threads, she tossed it right back into my court.
Is she hiding something?
Is that what makes her different? The mystery?
Maybe she didn’t break up with her boyfriend at all and I’m just the other man in the equation. Somehow I doubt it, but I can’t help the thought as it digs at the back of my brain.
I brew myself a cup of coffee and I stand at the windows, drinking it as I think about pressing her tits up against this very window while I fuck her from behind.
Jesus.
I push that thought out of my brain, not really sure why I can’t stop thinking about her.
My buddy John is acting as my realtor, and I get a text from him that he’s waiting for me downstairs. That’s my cue. I toss the rest of my stuff into my suitcase and head downstairs, ready to look at some places here in Vegas that I can call home.
I’m torn between renting and buying, so he’s giving me options for both. But I’ve barely gotten into his front seat after tossing my suitcase in his trunk when he says, “How are you feeling today? Buying or renting?”
I guess the bottom line is much different for him.
And after the night I had last night, I could see myself in Vegas permanently.
What do I have to lose by buying a place and feeling a little sense of permanence? Nothing. What’s bought can always be sold.
“Let’s buy, man,” I finally say.
He turns out of the Palms entry as he flashes me a grin. “You got it. Let’s check out Jack Dalton’s newest development,” he says. “They’ve got some spec homes that are move-in ready.”
I nod. “Let’s do it.”
He takes me through three different houses in Jack’s neighborhood, and then he takes me through another house a little closer to the stadium.
And through every house, I can’t help but see her in here. Cookie. I look at the kitchen and imagine her baking, flour dusting her pink cheeks as she tries out new recipes. I look at the bedroom and imagine a bed where I’m on top of her. I look at the view and imagine kissing her under the stars.
This is fucking ridiculous. I don’t even know this girl’s real name, and I’m reduced to this idiot who can’t seem to get his feet under him as I float somewhere high above the clouds.
He tells me he’s got another spec in a new community close by, and I nod as I look out the car window.
“You okay, man?” he asks, navigating in the direction of the fifth house of the day.
“Yeah, I’m all right,” I mutter.
“I’ve never seen you twisted up like this. You sure you want to buy?”
I heave out a breath as I look out the window. All four houses he’s shown me so far are spectacular. It’s not the houses.
“Yeah. I’m sure. You know what? I want the last one you showed me. It’s close to the stadium, and it’s got a great view.”
“And it’s in the same neighborhood as Travis Woods.”
“Perfect,” I murmur.
He nods, and he leaves me to my brooding as I contemplate whether eight hours after leaving each other is enough time before I can text her.
