The first time with her bull [Part I]

Sara rang the doorbell.

“We still don’t have to do this,” she said.

Bryan shook his head. A week ago this had seemed such a long way off. After the first meeting, he had felt reassured–Jeff was a nice guy, just as friendly in person as he had been over text, although physically more intimidating than his pictures had done justice to. And Sara liked him a lot.

The door opened–Sara beamed.

“Come on in!” Jeff said warmly, stepping back and motioning them in.

Sara floated in, and Bryan followed, his heart rising into his throat.

“I’ve got some scotch out, and of course a red wine for Sara,” Jeff said, leading them into the dining room.

Shaking Jeff’s hand and struggling to make eye contact, Bryan took a seat at the table, waiting as Jeff poured him a glass.

“I see you got your hair done,” Jeff said to Sara, resting his hand on her hip.

“Do you like it?” She asked, blushing–running his hand through her hair, he kissed her in answer.

Bryan sipped his whiskey.

“You have a good week?” He asked.

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