Page 132 of Play of Love
Abi
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I thought I’d have a pounding headache the next day but was surprised that I felt fine. Actually, I felt more than fine. I’d woken up with a buzz. I felt light like I could just float away, and my skin tingled with excitement I knew I should restrain.
God, that was one wild night.
It was a night spent indulging on each other, as if it was our last. I’d completely dropped my guard and released my deepest inner desires. When I thought back I should have been appalled at myself, and the way that I’d behaved with Scott. It was like we’d been possessed by passion and nothing had existed outside us. Not the past, present, or future.
The whole day had been wild, with all the crazy things that had happened to throw us together for the night. Although, in a twisted way, I could say it was like the universe had worked overtime to get us together. But I knew the buzz I felt now, and the excitement that rippled through me was only temporary.
I’d be treading on dangerous ground if I thought otherwise. It was simply fun I would treat as separate from the past.
I could hear Scott’s voice in the bathroom, and then he came out in nothing but his boxers and sat on the chair opposite the bed. He had his phone pressed to his ear and seemed to be talking to the garage. I pulled the sheets over my breasts and sat up.
“Okay, thanks. We’ll see you soon.” He said into the phone then rested it on the bedside table. “Babydoll.”
“Hi.” I smiled at him.
“Come here.” He reached out his hands for me. I slid off the bed with the sheet wrapped around me and walked over to sit in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed the soft kiss he placed on my lips.
“The car’s going to be ready in an hour.” He told me smiling against my lips.
“My gosh, what will we do for an hour?” I teased.
“I have a few ideas.” He returned my smile, but then a look of concern washed over his handsome face. “What will we do after?”
“Get Margo and go back to San Francisco.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Where’s your room at the hotel?”
“It’s the furthest from everyone. I confirmed my booking late.”
“Come stay with me.” He held my gaze and took my hand into his. “Abi, please. Come and stay with me. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
I didn’t doubt that. What I feared was what I was getting myself into. But the fear wasn’t enough for me to say no.
“Yes.” I smiled.
“Yes?” The excitement on his face to be with me was also something I wanted to remember. Again, I’d never seen it before.
My view of our breakup was bad enough as it was, but, since yesterday, I’d seen several things in him that I hadn’t seen when we were together, even when things were good.
We indulged in each other one last time before leaving.
After we got to the garage, it took next to no time to get out on the road and off on our mission to collect Margo. From the route we traveled, it took less than eight hours, and that was with a short stop for lunch and a quickie in the car. During the journey to Phoenix, between kissing whenever we could, we listened to our favorite songs on the radio and talked about everything that was going on in our lives.
We got to Phoenix before four. Margo flew out of the station’s entrance before we could even park. We got out to greet her. I hugged her hard and felt bad as I looked my friend over. Poor Margo looked completely drained as if she’d been through a lifetime of wandering around in the wilderness.
“You guys are the best!” she said, crying with joy. “Thank you so much for coming to get me.”
Scott hugged her and kissed the top of her forehead. “No thanks needed.”
I sat in the backseat while Margo rode in the front. It would have been kind of weird if it was the reverse because, according to everyone, Scott and I weren’t together, and there was no way on God’s green earth that anyone would guess the sort of wild time we’d had.
For the whole journey back to San Francisco, we listened to Margo tell her tale of her encounters at the bus station. She was always a big talker, and never bored you because of the excitable way in which she spoke. She was one of those people who could see the funny side to a bad situation. Like now, She was laughing at how foolish she’d been for running away, then her bag going missing. She joked about how it was only her that something so bizarre could happen to.
She told us how she spoke to some Buddhist monks for an hour while they waited for their bus and how she learned how to truly meditate.
