“An interesting concept,” Wes says, and it sounds like he means it. When I’ve tried to explain the story in the past, people claim it’s too depressing. Which it totally is. But I get the feeling that Wes appreciates art, and he understands it better than those who were so quick to dismiss the show. It fills me with some kind of confidence - confidence that my feelings for Wes aren’t misplaced. It really seems like he could be the perfect man for me.
“What happens next? With the other lovers?” Wes asks. It might be my imagination, but it seems like he’s moved closer to me. The very thought of it takes my breath away, but I have to keep my cool. We’re finally getting down to talking. I clear my throat once again.
“Well, she moves on to someone else...and the guy is completely different. Jake is kind, sensitive, sweet...he sees her as some kind of goddess. Like, he really appreciates her. But as that relationship comes to a slow end, she’s left wondering if she really loved him...or loved the attention he provided her with.”
“Very clever,” Wes says with a knowing nod. “I guess there are a lot of people who can relate to that.”
I nod, though it’s not something I think I can understand. I’ve had attention from men before and never particularly enjoyed it. All I have ever wanted is to love someone completely, and for them to feel the same way. The rest of the world doesn’t matter to me.
“Well...she spends a while on her own and she starts to believe that she’s asexual. She believes that she will never fall in love, and never be consumed with someone other than herself. But right at the end, she is given a kind of epiphany when she meets a man at her university lecture. She feels an instant click, the kind of all-consuming love that they always show in the movies. And the thing is...I really do believe that is something that can happen. The writer of the play clearly does as well. And when the play ends, she’s unsure whether things will progress between her and the man...but she is hopeful that she’ll finally get a win.”
Wes nods as he finishes his drink. I watch as his arm stretches out over the back of the bench behind my head. It’s such a deliberate act that I know is done to pull me in further. He looks me in the eyes with a casual smile and my heart melts. I’m feeling the emotions my character waited for during the play. Except I’ve waited my whole life for this, not just a few hours on a stage. I finally get it because he’s shown me what it means to fall hard and fast for a complete stranger.
“I think it sounds like an incredible piece of theater,” Wes says. “More so because you’re playing the lead.”
I blush. “That’s high praise…”
“You deserve it,” Wes says huskily, “I’d love to come and see you perform. Do you think you can get me a ticket?”
That knocks the breath out of my lungs. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have him out in the audience. Getting up on a stage can be scary enough anyway, but with him sitting in the audience, watching my every move, I can’t imagine how scary that would be. But he’s inspiring me with every second that we spend together. He’s teaching me how to tap into the same emotions as my character. I’ve spent a lifetime waiting to feel this tender, this vulnerable in the presence of a man. Now, Wes has brought me the whole sexy package of emotions. I feel myself leaning a little closer to him.
“I’d love for you to come and watch,” I murmur. Our eyes lock onto one another’s. My insides turn to jelly. My pussy is wet with anticipation, begging for him to slip his fingers between my legs. The only sound is our heavy breathing. It’s heavy and warm in this little hut. We’re the only people in the world.
But then Wes clears his throat and pulls back a little. I’m shocked that he’s pulling away now. It was so obvious to me that we were about to kiss. The mood was right, the conversation was practically creating sexual tension, and he was close enough that if he had moved just slightly, his lips would have been on mine. And now, he’s sitting away from me, acting as though nothing is happening between us.
“Well, it sounds like you have a good career ahead of you,” he says smoothly, avoiding my eyes. “But have you put any thought into your future after acting? Like, in your father’s business, for example?”
I can barely believe it. Has my father really been planting ideas in Wes’ head, trying to use him to convince me to become a part of his business? This isn’t what I expected at all. Wes has been flirting with me all evening. That much is obvious. So why, just as we were getting close, has he ruined it by bringing my father into this?