I had not had any contact with Derrick since the night at the restaurant. We were both trying hard to make our respective marriages work and we knew that if we had too much contact, we would not be able to contain ourselves. We had arranged to meet up for lunch in a public place so that we could both behave. Meeting with him was very peaceful, and surprisingly, we spoke as old friends would. We talked about our marriages, our jobs, and our pasts. We were doing something that we hadn’t done in years—getting to actually know each other. For most of our relationship, we had a lot of drama with his wife and my then-boyfriend. Both Derrick and I realized that, in retrospect, we did now know much about each other, which is perhaps why we lusted over one another so much. While our first year of dating was magical, the rest was really a mess of love affairs and lies. For the first time in a very long time, we enjoyed a delicious dinner and had a great conversation.
When the tab came, Derrick pulled out a wad of cash and set it on the table. “Although today we acted with respect to our spouses, she would not approve of our friendly dinner,” he said, implying that cash would be safer than to risk using his credit card and his wife seeing the statement.
I nodded my head. “I understand. Don’t worry about it. I am quite enjoying being just your friend. Even the urge to kiss you has faded. This is—”
“Nice,” he interrupted. I nodded my head again agreeing. It was nice, very nice, and drama-free. We were just two old lovers having lunch and living our own lives. When we parted ways, Derrick and I only hugged. I could sense that he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him, but after the incident at the restaurant, we were both wary of our actions. On my part, I felt incredibly guilty. I couldn’t help but think back to what happened that night after Robert and I got home from dinner…