Page 8 of Forever and Always
I get up and start pacing around the room, trying to distract myself from the anticipation of waiting for a response. But my mind keeps wandering back to Darke and what he might be thinking right now of that text.
Is he smiling as he reads my message? Is he typing out a response, or ignoring me completely?
Feeling inpatient, I turn back my phone on and see a text! From Darke!
My heart races as I see the notification on my screen. I hesitate for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before opening the message.
DARKE: Hey little prince! Glad I could brighten yourday. Would love to do it again sometime. Maybe over coffee or dinner?
I feel a rush of excitement and happiness, making my cock swell in my pants after reading the text. He’s interested! And he’s asking me out!
I take a deep breath, trying to calm down, and think of a response. I don’t want to seem too eager, but I don’t want to play it too cool either.
I type out a response, trying to sound casual and calm, despite my excitement.
ME: Dinner sounds great! When were you thinking?
I hit send and wait for his response, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside me.
Darke responds quickly.
DARKE: How about tomorrow night? I know a great Italian place downtown. I’ll pick you at your place? 6 pm, sounds good?
I smile at his text. Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough!
ME: I’ll see you tomorrow, at 6.
DARKE: See you then, little prince.
8
DARKE
Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow on my face. A smile crept across my lips as I remembered the events of the previous night. The thrill of asking Bobby out still lingered, a sweet anticipation that filled my morning.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reality began to sink in. Today was the day. The date. A wave of excitement and nervousness washed over me. It had been too long since I’d ventured into the dating world, and the prospect of spending an evening with Bobby was both exhilarating and terrifying.
I started my morning routine, my mind racing with possibilities. What would we talk about? Would the conversation flow smoothly, or would awkward silences dominate the evening? Despite the uncertainty, a sense of hope and anticipation filled me.
My phone buzzed on the counter, interrupting my train of thought. I grabbed it, hoping it’s Bobby. Disappointment washed over me as I saw Mike’s name on the screen.
MIKE: Hey, Darke. What’s up? You’ve been quiet lately.
His message was short and direct.
Mike had been my partner since the beginning of my career. We’d shared countless laughs, tears, and close calls. I trusted him implicitly.
ME: Sorry there, Mike. Been caught up with work and maybe boy looking?
Mike’s response was immediate, his enthusiasm palpable.
MIKE: BOY LOOKING?! Spill the beans, Darke! Who’s the lucky guy? And don’t give me any of that ‘it’s none of your business’ stuff. I’m your partner, remember?
I chuckled. Mike had a knack for cutting straight to the chase. I’d confided in him about my sexuality early on, and his unwavering support had been a cornerstone of our friendship.
ME: It’s Bobby, the guy I gave a ride to the other day. We’ve been texting, and I asked him out tonight.
Mike’s reply was enthusiastic.
