Love Story Starter #2

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The line on her ring finger betrayed her and she feared he would leave. He smiled and slid onto the stool next to her.

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The line on her ring finger betrayed her, and she feared he would leave. He smiled and slid onto the stool next to her.  Delilah was a little surprised, but perhaps she should not have been.  It was the age of the 50% divorce rate, and the ring finger line was now just as normal as apple pie.  Everyone said being divorced was no longer a label to feel disgraced about so she was determined to find a way to not feel like such a failure.   Ready, willing, and liberated. Tonight may be the first attempt in that direction.

Delilah glanced at his left hand and noticed there was a ring. She was surprised again because she knew he had no reason to wear it anymore.   Even though this night was about her and the pursuit of her desires, she paused for a moment to consider if she had made a wise choice in traveling down memory lane.

“You came,”  Delilah said.  She made direct eye contact with him.

“Yeah, I had to,”  Wilt said.

He looked around the bar and motioned to the bartender. The bartender came over and Wilt ordered a scotch.   He turned to her again with that half-smile that had captured Delilah’s heart more than ten years ago.

“It’s been a while,”  Wilt said.

“Yes, a very long while,” Delilah said.

“So, how have you been?”  He asked.

“Better.  Now.   You?”

Delilah watched as Wilt glanced down at his ring finger before he answered.

“Life had been good up until last year.”   He said.

“I know,”  Delilah said.  “I heard about Beverly.”

Delilah watched as Wilt twisted his band around his ring finger.

“Yeah, it was rough,”   Wilt said.

“It didn’t have to be,”   Delilah said.   She reached over and covered his hands.

The bartender arrived with Wilt’s scotch.   Delilah picked up her Long Island Iced Tea and proposed a toast.

“Here’s to reunions,” she said.

They tapped their glasses together and sipped their own drinks. Wilt put his glass down on the bar and made direct eye contact with Delilah.

“So, tell me, Delilah, why am I here?”  Wilt asked.

Delilah picked up her drink again and drained it.   She motioned to the bartender to bring her another one.

“Simple.  I want you. Again.”  Delilah said.

She reached into her purse, grabbed her room key, and slid it next to his drink on the bar.

Wilt looked at the key and picked up his drink.

“Really?” he asked.  “After what happened between us?”

Delilah laughed as she took the drink the bartender offered.

“Because of what happened between us.”

“Yeah.” Wilt replied as he pushed the room key back towards Delilah.  “That was something.”