Reader Prompt Season 4 - Ep #3 - A Second Chance At Love
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“I need to explain myself properly, Heidi - I’m doing a bad job of it at the moment.”
“Fucking hell, Mom… I don’t know what to say, but this cafe is not the right place to discuss your sex life. People will gossip with even the slightest detail.”
I stared around the coffee shop wild-eyed, terrified by my confession and wondering if this was just poor timing. My daughter wouldn’t judge me, but she had every right to be shocked to her core because I hadn’t dated since my husband died.
I sipped more coffee, hoping my parched mouth was caused by thirst, but I doubted it because fear drove my emotions. I trembled in fear, not just about gossipers but because, for the first time since I lost my husband, I felt horny as a teenager.
“He’s my first love interest since Harvey.”
“Mom… for fuck’s sake, please… not here. Whatever you are feeling… nobody will celebrate your romance here because they all loved Dad, and as far as they care, you should grieve for him until you die. This town is a gossip hellhole.”
“What about you, Heidi? What do you think of me?”
“I’m your daughter, and I love you no matter what.”
I was excited and sharing a secret love with my only true and discrete girlfriend - a grown-up daughter who understood and the only person I felt safe telling. My husband tragically passed away during a deployment to Iraq, becoming a local hero. Thereafter, I was watched constantly, as though any new man entering my life romantically would besmirch the character and memory of a war hero.
Since losing Harvey, my son, and daughter became my strength and purpose. When they reached eighteen, both encouraged me to date, and I tried hard but never found the right guy—until now.
Oliver was handsome with a ripped body you could watch laboring for hours every day while drinking iced tea in the garden during a hot summer. I had actually done that on occasion when he offered to help trim a few bushes—sadly, not mine, at least, not yet.
We weren’t involved romantically, but heavy flirting between us had been ongoing for weeks, if not months. I took it slowly, encouraging and nurturing my potential lover and boyfriend, hoping he could be mine one day. I’d be lying if I claimed Oliver didn’t turn me on because, when I saw him, I was going through clean panties multiple times a day, even when wearing pads that soaked up my leaking juices.