A FEW BLOCKS FROM WHERE Soraya was staying, I stumbled upon an old red caboose that was turned into a diner. Smiling, I decided to go in and grab a cup of coffee. I’d traveled all morning and then walked the beach for hours waiting to hear back from Soraya. Some caffeine was definitely in order if I was going to have the stamina to go at it as hard as I planned to when I finally got my woman back in my arms.
“I’ll have a large, black coffee,” I said to the waitress as I slid into the booth. The entire inside of the restaurant was retrofitted to function as a diner, yet much of the original interior of the railroad car was intact. I was sitting in an actual train seat when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Seeing Soraya’s name on my screen made my entire body instantly jumpstart back to life. I swiped to open and was surprised to find it wasn’t a text at all. It was a picture. Or pictures, actually. Very unexpected ones. A picture of her gorgeous tits, a picture of her sexy legs, and a picture of her very fuckable ass. The three shots were similar to our first text exchange, the photos she had left behind on my phone when she stormed out of my office. Only I could see these photos were taken recently from the tan lines that now marked her skin. Her middle finger that was flipping me off between her cleavage that first time, was noticeably absent from the new photos. I saved the pictures to my iPhone and texted back immediately.
Graham: Where are you? Those are my tits, legs, and ass. I’m coming to get them.
As I sat inside the diner waiting for her response, I got a sense of déjà vu. That guy walking a goat today was absolutely right. Here I was, sitting in a train car, looking at pictures of the tits, legs, and ass of a woman who drove me nuts. Again. There were no coincidences in life. This journey we took, however fucked up of a turn it made, was meant to happen for us.
Soraya: I’m out with Delia. I won’t be back for a few hours.
I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I needed to see her now. If that wasn’t physically possible, I at least needed to know for sure that we were on the same page.
Graham: Tell me I’m right. I can’t wait any longer. You didn’t cheat, and you did this for me and Chloe?
The wait as she texted back was agonizing.
Soraya: I asked Marco to pretend to be with me. He’s Tig’s cousin. I would never have really cheated on you.
Graham: You should have talked to me.
Soraya: I know that now. It was stupid.
Graham: It was, and I’m going to put you over my lap and spank your ass as punishment later.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: I want to promise you lots of things, sweetheart. But I’d prefer to do that in person. What time will you be back?
Soraya: I’m not sure. I’ll text you when I get back to the condo. Where are you?
Graham: A few blocks away, sitting on a train.
Soraya: A train?
Graham: Don’t worry. It’s immobile. I’m not going anywhere without you.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: Nothing will keep me from you, Soraya.
I sat in that train for more than two hours waiting. Soraya had said she would text me when she arrived back at the condo, and my patience was dwindling. Unable to sit still any longer, I walked the boardwalk until my phone finally buzzed.
Soraya: I’m back.
Graham: On my way.
Delia’s brother’s condo was on the sixth floor, unit 6G. I pushed the button for the elevator and waited impatiently. The light above the doors slowly illuminated each number as it climbed the floors. The damn thing was crawling and still needed to make its way back down. I couldn’t wait that long. Finding the door to the stairs, I started up the first of six flights. By the third set, I should have been starting to slow down, but instead, I began to take them two at a time. My heart was beating out of my chest, yet I wasn’t even slightly winded. I needed to get to her. At the start of the sixth flight, I full-on ran the rest of the way up. When I reached her floor, I flung open the hall door and continued to sprint down the hall. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins when I arrived in front of unit 6G.
I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was impossible to relax. My chest heaved up and down. I need to see her so badly.
I knocked and waited.
When it finally opened, I froze for a moment.
Soraya.
God, she was fucking incredible.
She was standing at the door wearing only a hot pink bra and panties, and her tips were dyed hot pink to match. Never in my life had I seen such beauty. I stood there for a full minute, just taking her in. Then, I finally spoke. “What does hot pink mean?”
She looked me in the eyes. “Love. It means I’m in love.”
My eyes closed. For a second, I thought I might * out right there at the threshold and cry. I was so fucking happy, my emotions needed an outlet.
“I’m afraid to come in.”
“Why?” Her face momentarily dropped.