Page 54 of Off-Limits
“It’s a date.”
We exchange a few more words before we say goodbye and hangup.
I have two hours to get ready before I need to make the hour trek to Rafter’s Falls, so with that on my mind, I make my way to the hotel to get ready for the night.
Shimmying into a charcoal-coloured dress, silver platform sandals, and curling my hair, I give my eyes a smoky look before stepping back to look at myself. The dress finishes above my knees and dips low enough to show a healthy amount of cleavage, but not enough to look tacky. I look hot. Hell, Ifeelsexy.
With one last look in the mirror, I grab my phone to find a message there.
I can’t wait to meet you, Blossom. See yousoon. X
Rafter’s Falls.It’s such a pretty place, and I make a mental note to visit more often. Pulling up at the front of the bar, I check my hair and makeup, and make sure my tits aren’t hanging out before I exit the car.
With my hand on the handle, I’m about to open it when my phone vibrates.
He’s in there.
My belly dips, and goosebumps pebble my skin.
I’m in a booth at the back waiting for you, Blossom. I’m in a long-sleeved, dark blue shirt and blue jeans. I can’t wait to see you.
Instead of typing out a message to let him know I’m here, I decide to surprise him and head into the bar. My wedges sink into the plush carpet, and I make my way to the back.
The dim lights above give a warmth to the atmosphere.
I spot him. Tin Man’s back is to me, but I know it’s him. I can feel the electricity tethering us together, the magnetism pulling me toward him.
When he sits up taller, his body tensing under his long shirt, I know he’s sensed me, however, when he turns around, nothing could have prepared me for who sits before me.
“Damon?” I shriek, looking around for someone matching the Tin Man’s description.
“Dottie, what are you doing here?”
“Oh fuck. This cannot be happening.”
“What are you talking about?” he hisses, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to sit beside him.
My breaths become shallow, my vision spotty, and I knowI’m about to have a panic attack but then Damon speaks, assuaging me.
“Dorothy, I need you to listen to me. Breathe. One, two, three.”
I do as he says, following his prompting, and when I look at him, I see the realisation in his eyes.
“Blossom?”
“Tin Man.”
“Fuck.”
“Double fuck.”
We stare at each other for way too long.
“It doesn’t matter whether you’re Dottie or Blossom. You make me want to be selfish.”
“Do we deserve to be selfish?”
“Two people like us? Of course we do,” he says, his lips brushing the vein in my neck.
