And the energy from what it had during the business day.
Steaming food carts dotted the sidewalks, along with a vendor selling framed artwork, another hawking novelty T-shirts, and yet another who had two folding tables covered in movie and television episode scripts.
With every step I took, the adrenaline from my flight burned away. The maliciously gleeful thoughts of James coming out of the bathroom to find an empty room and paraphernalia-strewn bed ran their course.
I began to calm down…and seriously think about what had just happened.
Was it a coincidence that James invited me to a gym that just so happened to be conveniently close to his fuck pad?
I remembered the conversation we'd had in his office over lunch and the way he'd struggled to express himself to keep me.
He was as confused and torn about what was happening between us as I was, and I knew how easy it was to fall into established patterns.
