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Oliver

I remembered the taste of her lips, the smell of her skin Thefrom her parted lips as she moaned in pleasure, was a constant loop in my mind

A year later and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Adele

And that’s all I knew of her

Her first name

Who occasionally sang sad songs at Roscoe’s Bar on 59th in Don Brownstone

She had this beautiful sorrow to her that brokefor her all in the same breath

Every night I went to bed, she was the last thing on ht about all the times I wanted to find her, to demand she was mine

And every tiht about, pictured This was far beyond infatuation, obsession

I’d come to the realization that I’d fallen in love with Adele that night Ifro on that little bar stool onstage as she sang her heart out

I talked her into having a drink with me And as we sat across from each other, it was like ere the only two people there, as if a hundred bodies didn’t surround us

I’d knohat she meant to me from that very first moment I saw her, from the very second I had her back to my hotel room I kneithout a doubt as I slowly took her clothes off, stripped her for me I’d looked into her deep brown eyes, and seen ht before me

She just didn’t know any of that

And I hadn’t been able to tell her, because she left in the otten up I wondered if she’d been nothing more than this fantastical dream, if she’d even been real Maybe I just fantasized about the woman of my dreams?

And I sure as hell tried to find her, had gone back to that bar, pleaded, was desperate as fuck for a ainst a wall, rock solid, un