The bar was six men and women deep. I waited to get two beers and two shots of Jack Daniels while Mark looked for a corner somewhere. His favorite thing was to come to this totally straight bar, find a remote corner and talk. My favorite thing to do was stare into his large, deep brown eyes-- and fantasize.
But first, I was getting the drinks.
I saw a couple of guys from Granville Sports Clinic hanging out with the O'Brien kid -- the football player whose knee I'd drained. They spotted me and raised their beer bottles, motioning for me to come over. I gave them an 'I can't' nod-- apologizing with a smile because I knew Mark wouldn't allow it.
I got the drinks and found Mark in a corner, just like he planned. It seemed that whenever he wanted something -- he got it. I was determined to put up a fight tonight though.
"Have you gotten a court date yet, Mark?" I asked, placing the drinks across the table.
"Yes, Eric. I've gotten a court date."
I continued to stare at him, his sleepy cow eyes lulling me. A part of me knew I wasn't there to discuss Drew's stalker situation. But if that was the way we were going to play...I kept listening as his masculine hands described the situation. I imagined what they would feel like touching my skin, rubbing my neck...Feeling. Exploring.I suddenly found myself daydreaming, imagining myself saying, "Drop it, Mark. I know what you want and we both know you're gonna get it."He would take a long pause."Good-bye, Eric. Thanks for the drink." And he would swallow his shot and leave.Just like that. All of that power-- all of that strength-- filling my brain with a sexual struggle to be in control.And all I could think of-- who would win?I realized in the back of my head, that maybe this was the perfect time to end this whole stupid attraction. I could go back to Drew, but we'd need to get a new lawyer.How would that play? After all of my convincing to get Drew to approve Mark, could I just say good-bye?I knew I couldn't. Because I didn't want to.
