I shake his hand and then Markus’, who looks at me suspiciously.
Alaska is greeted with enthusiastic hugs and as the shorter of the two turns to shake my hand, I suddenly recognise him as Jeremy, Alaska’s musician friend. Luckily I don’t know either of the two men already sitting in our table.
I can’t even begin to imagine the awkwardness of that scenario. I silently pray that there won’t be other RuGirls. The restaurant is busy and I’m slightly taken aback when I realise that our reservation is for four. He brushes his thumb over my left eyebrow before taking my face between his palms and dropping a brush of a kiss onto my lips. Let’s take a bath and in the morning we can both go back to being over-effeminate bottoms, colleagues and friends.” The party where Trixie had wanted to warn me about the dangers of casual encounters wanted to warn me about the possible consequences of giving in to the charms of Miss Thunderfuck. The party where Jinkx’s leftover drink had gotten me too drunk to think clearly. My thoughts return to Friday evening and to the party. I will miss the uncontrolled, rough movements he makes when he’s about to come, his strong, confident hold on my hips when he fucks me. I will miss his gentle touches and the soft kisses that make my heart race. He feels so good I want to curse out loud. He presses a kiss on my temple and the gentle touch makes me close my eyes.