Or has he just never experienced it?
My heart feels ready to explode. Maybe he’s like me, waiting for the right person to come along. Sure, he’s been waiting longer than me, but I know that I’ll know when I find love. Maybe he feels the same. Maybe he’s just waiting for something perfect to come along.
Maybe I can be the perfect one for him…
I shake my head, hating myself for even thinking I have a chance with him. What would the biggest global superstar ever want with me? But then again, he’s the one who wanted to spend more time together. He’s the one who is whisking me off across the city to some unknown place. Maybe he sees something in me that I can’t see in myself. Maybe he sees something special where I just see someone ordinary.
And if that doesn’t sound like love, I don’t know what does.
I’m getting way ahead of myself. It’s dumb to think that maybe he and I have some kind of future laid out together. It could never work. There’s a huge age gap between us, and he’s way too famous to be with someone so unknown. Those are just the rules in his world, which are so different from my own.
But I’m daring to dream. I’m daring to imagine that it could happen for us if only I keep praying. Because when I finally muster up the courage to look at Clay Cooper, I realize that my infatuation with him has gone way beyond lust. I want him for now and for forever.
I’m in way too deep.
Clay
Being in the car with Harper and not being able to touch her is like torture to me. All I want is to grab her and fuck her right here in the backseat. I want her to know how much I want her. I want her to know that she’s the only woman I’ve ever been attracted to. I want her to know that from the first second I saw her, she turned my life upside down. I want her for the rest of our lives.
It’s crazy, I know. I’ve only just met her. But she has given me something I never expected to feel. She’s given me so much love that it threatens to explode out of my chest. She’s given me so much lust that my cock throbs almost painfully, desperate to be inside her tight little pussy. She’s given me so much hope, so much hope that I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for, that I can barely stand it. I have to tell her. But not yet, it’s too soon. I have to give this time so that eventually, we can have forever together.
The place I’ve chosen for breakfast is a little off the beaten path, but I picked it for a reason. Not just because they do the best food in the entire city, but because it’s small and intimate. They always have a table ready for me when I arrive in their private dining space so that I don’t get bothered by fans. It’s the perfect place to explore things further with Harper.
I put on sunglasses as I get out of the car, just in case the paparazzi have followed us, but we seem to be okay. By the time we are seated in the cozy little restaurant, I can tell that I’ve piqued Harper’s interest with my actions. She cocks her head to the side.
“So. The sunglasses. Do those work? I mean, in making sure people don’t recognize you?”
I chuckle. “Sometimes. Not always, but it’s better than nothing. I like to keep a low profile if I can.”
“That must be hard when everyone knows your face.”
“It is. And it makes it hard to know who I can trust and who I can’t. A lot of people are just interested in being able to say they know me, not in actually knowing me.”
Harper’s face crumples in pain. She’s clearly an empath. She reaches for my hand and squeezes it, looking sincere. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I say. “I can’t complain. I have a good life. But it does mean I’ve kept my distance from people. Until recently.”
She blushes. Maybe she knows I’m talking about her. Just looking at her, my cock twinges, desperate to be closer to her. I take a deep breath, trying to tame the beast inside me who is so desperate to be unleashed. I can’t do it yet.
We order breakfast and I look deep into Harper’s eyes, reading her like a book.
“So you write music?”
She nods. “I’m not much of a performer, really. I prefer writing songs. I play guitar, piano, a little bit of the drums, some basic base. I’ve always studied music, so now it’s easy to write music for every instrument.”
“I’d love to hear some of your music. Perhaps you can even write songs for me.”