I walk down the stairs, out the door, hang a right and down the street I go. I casually glance at the elderly lady getting out of her car. I smile. She smiles back. It's a short walk, yet chilly.
As I walk in the cafe I remove my mittens, unbutton my coat, and unwrap my scarf. Wouldn't you know it static electricity as I pull my hair out from behind my scarf. Wonderful. I run both my hands through my hair trying to remove the static. Oh well.
I gasp. He's here.
It's the third day in a row now. The serious sexy man is here. Hmmm, I wonder who he is, what's his story? Hmmm, no wedding ring, I wonder why?Those lips look very tasty. I'd love to nibble on his lower lip. Ohh, just for a second. Hmmm, maybe a few.
He looks up. I don't look away. The corners of his mouth rise ever so slightly. Oh, that's sexy. He maintains the gaze. Now I really want to nibble on that lower lip. He show's a little teeth. What a mischievous grin! Who new this serious sexy man could smile, and like that? Wow! I’m suddenly thirsty.I think I need a drink of water.
...I'm drawn to him. I put down my tray. I cross the room. He's waiting for me. As I approach he puts down his cup and newspaper. He turns towards me as I stop in front of him. We say nothing. The other people seem to disappear as we both stand motionless looking into each others eyes. After what seems like an eternity my gaze lingers on his mouth and that wickedly sexy grin. Eventually I look back into his eyes. Very mysterious. Inviting. I reach up and caress the side of his cheek with my left hand. I swallow. My thumb grazes his lower lip. I swallow again. Hard.
My inner voice is screaming simultaneously "what are you doing" and "do it, do it!"
He smells intoxicating. I'm mesmerized. I'm hypnotized. Suddenly, I'm feeling hot.
I lean forward and gently press my lips into his. Warm. Soft. He kisses me back and leans forward and puts his hand on the small of my back...
Oh my! I wasn't expecting this. This feeling...
Original Short Story by Heather A. Pranitis