It’s almost two in the morning when Drake finally puts away his mixology book. Now he is fully focused on Destiny not being home yet.
He waits as long as he can, before sleep takes over.
“It’s 2 am. I have to close the bar now,” the bartender announces.
Destiny walks out of the bar. She didn’t realize that she had been at the bar so long. She’s sure that Drake will be pissed.
It’s freezing cold as she enters the subway; wishing that Drake’s warm arms were around her now.
Drake is still asleep on the couch.
Hearing the elevator he jumps up, checking his arm, but seeing no watch there.
He can hear Destiny’s key in the door. He cannot wait to hear her explanation of where she’s been and who she’s been with.
Drake waits as Destiny enters the apartment. I’ll just sit here quietly and wait for her to see me, he decides.
Drake remains in his seat quietly like a patient predator.
Destiny walks in and stops. Drake knows that she has spotted him. He gets up from his seat.
He walks toward her, trying to decide whether he will yell at her or ignore her and walk into the bedroom.
Destiny walks toward him quickly and he stops in his tracks.
What she does next surprises him. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him on the lips before he has a chance to say a word.
He looks her up and down; noticing how good she looks, temporarily forgetting that she’s been out all night dressed like this.
Drake wants to be angry, but he is confused. His mind says to yell and scream, but other parts of his body has other things in mind.
Destiny again pulls him close, this time into a hug. He can feel that her skin is cold from being outside so early in the morning. He wants so desperately to warm her up.
Destiny wants him too, and she says so, “I want you so bad,” she whispers.
Hearing those words does something to Drake. Suddenly he doesn’t trust the sincerity. He pushes her away. “What Drake? Isn’t this what you’ve wanted?” Destiny asks confused.
“Just back up,” he says.
“Drake, I’m confused. I’m ready to be intimate with you. Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asks again.
Drake grabs her and pulls her close. He looks into her eyes. Destiny smiles believing that all is forgiven. Finally he answers her question, “No. I want a woman who respects me enough to come home at a decent hour.” He says in a calm voice that doesn’t match his words.
He drops his arms and quickly walks away; leaving Destiny to stare at his back.
As Drake walks away, he is happy that he has the will power to turn Destiny’s advances down. As far as he’s concerned, she has a lot to learn about being in a relationship.
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