Page 60 of Man Vs. Woman
We have enough money to hop on a private jet and fly to some paradisiac Greek island, I know that. We could live it up and do all the things that regular human beings will never get to do. But, as stupid as it may sound to you, I don’t need any of that—as long as I have him by my side, his hand in mine, I’m content with a simple walk through the neighborhood, one where we can grab a cup of coffee and simply waste away the hours as the sun sets down on us.
God, I must be sick—I’ve never been a hopeless romantic but look at me now.
How things change, huh?
One hundred.
That’s how many times Colt and I have doneit. Oh, screw that...that’s how many times Colt and I have fucked.
I don’t need to be coy with you, do I?
It’s just a ballpark figure, really. There’s no way in hell I could’ve kept track of the times Colt and I have ripped the clothes of both our bodies and surrendered ourselves to one another. But a hundred times seems like a good guess.
But, in the end, that’s just a number...and a number can’t describe just how good it is with Colt. Sometimes we fuck, sometimes we make love, and sometimes we transcend all that. It might seem like an exaggeration, but it’s that good with him.
For the first time in my life, I feel like an addict.
I can’t go for more than an hour without thinking of his body, without needing him inside me, his hands roaming over my skin…
Oh, and we’ve done it everywhere you can think of. Every single room in his apartment, every single room in mine...and we even did it on his gym, the place where we saw each other for the first time.
He took me there during one of our walks. After his little stunt a few weeks ago, he had to close his doors, and it was kinda eerie to be inside the place and see it completely deserted. I mean, every time I went there, and despite the gym being a very exclusive one...it was always packed.
He told me all about his dreams, about how hard it was to set his business up.
He told me all about how lonely it all was, and how he had never imagined he’d want to share his life with a woman.
And then, waving his hand at the deserted gym around us, he told us that none of his accomplishments mattered...as long as he had me.
And then we made love, our sighs of pleasure echoing through the place.
One.
It’s not much, but even though things are more than complicated right now...there’s at least one thing that I’m certain about—Colt McCoy is the man I need in my life and, as long as I have him with me, I know that it’ll be alright.
I might lose the spa.
I might lose the apartment.
I might lose every single dollar I’ve ever saved and invested.
But as long as I have him, it’ll be alright.
It took me a long time, but I finally know that this...this is what love should be like.
