she says, smiling and sitting down next to him.
" Oh hi ," he says, looking a bit startled. " Amber isn't it?"
"Yup, that’s me."
He gives her a bit of a smile back. " You come here often?" she asks, using the well-worn pickup line.
He laughs and says, "well actually yes, probably more often than I should."
She’s happy to see him, and finds it easy to talk to him. She’s never been shy around men, but something about this one practically screams, let him take the lead. She hopes he will; as she desperately wants to dance with him, to find out if his touch is as warm as his smile.
After some small talk, he asks her to dance, and she happily takes his hand. Out on the dance floor, the two find a perfect rhythm together and the rest of the world disappears. Looking into each other's eyes they lose track of time and surrender to the excitement of the possibilities.
Everything in her life is so new, though she isn't looking for friends and lovers, she is happy life is providing her some interesting and positive people to spend time with. The music slows and his hand is trembling as he pulls her a bit closer. Her body fits perfectly against him and his hand finds the small of her back resting there naturally.
He has only felt this kind of desire once before and is hungry for its return. " You are so beautiful," he whispers.
Smiling, she runs her fingers through his hair playfully. Loving his energy, and feeling free in his arms, she allows the moment to overtake her. They both feel this is the beginning of something more.
The bartender breaks their focus shouting, " Last call, it's now or never!" They look at each other and suffer an awkward moment returning to reality. Still holding hands they walk back to their barstools.
He buys her a shot and they toast to baby alligators and new beginnings. Closing the bar, they walk out into the night air finding it difficult to part ways.
"You know where I'm going," she says with a smile.
I'm in the opposite direction , he says, pointing down the road. "I can walk you home if you want?"
"Nope, you have done enough already, saving me from that wicked beast." she giggles, "parting is such sweet sorrow."
" Until we meet again ," he says, pulling her close and kissing her unexpectedly. His tender lips against hers send shivers down her spine and a rush of exquisite energy throughout her body.
Wrapping her arms around him she kisses him back, wanting him desperately, something in her withdraws. They need to take this slow. She turns leaving him with a slight bow, blowing him a kiss.
Laughing and looking back repeatedly they finally go their separate ways. The last thing he sees is her tender smile.
She’s too wired to go to sleep, so she takes a swim and a soak. The heat puts her into drowsy speculation. Still feeling his warm lips against her neck and his warm breath in her ear, she concludes this attraction is dangerous. What is it about him that is so unbelievably hot?... Eventually crawling into bed she succumbs to the sleep of the intoxicated.
She sleeps in, and most of the morning is gone before she crawls out of bed. She has a day of weeding and nurturing her garden and flowerbeds planned. Putting on a pair of old sweats and a tank top and plaiting her hair into a tight braid to keep her hair out of the dirt she prepares for a day of exquisite hard work.
Pulling a pair of garden gloves and some tools from the garage she sets them on the back doorstep. Though she doesn't feel like eating, she knows a glass of orange juice and a croissant will make her feel better. Eating her brunch outside helps to brighten her spirits and alleviates her headache a bit. The sun has already burned off the morning mist and the breeze is light and refreshing.
This will be a hot one , she thinks to herself. She wonders how James is doing this morning, and if he even remembers the events of last night. It
" Oh hi ," he says, looking a bit startled. " Amber isn't it?"
"Yup, that’s me."
He gives her a bit of a smile back. " You come here often?" she asks, using the well-worn pickup line.
He laughs and says, "well actually yes, probably more often than I should."
She’s happy to see him, and finds it easy to talk to him. She’s never been shy around men, but something about this one practically screams, let him take the lead. She hopes he will; as she desperately wants to dance with him, to find out if his touch is as warm as his smile.
After some small talk, he asks her to dance, and she happily takes his hand. Out on the dance floor, the two find a perfect rhythm together and the rest of the world disappears. Looking into each other's eyes they lose track of time and surrender to the excitement of the possibilities.
Everything in her life is so new, though she isn't looking for friends and lovers, she is happy life is providing her some interesting and positive people to spend time with. The music slows and his hand is trembling as he pulls her a bit closer. Her body fits perfectly against him and his hand finds the small of her back resting there naturally.
He has only felt this kind of desire once before and is hungry for its return. " You are so beautiful," he whispers.
Smiling, she runs her fingers through his hair playfully. Loving his energy, and feeling free in his arms, she allows the moment to overtake her. They both feel this is the beginning of something more.
The bartender breaks their focus shouting, " Last call, it's now or never!" They look at each other and suffer an awkward moment returning to reality. Still holding hands they walk back to their barstools.
He buys her a shot and they toast to baby alligators and new beginnings. Closing the bar, they walk out into the night air finding it difficult to part ways.
"You know where I'm going," she says with a smile.
I'm in the opposite direction , he says, pointing down the road. "I can walk you home if you want?"
"Nope, you have done enough already, saving me from that wicked beast." she giggles, "parting is such sweet sorrow."
" Until we meet again ," he says, pulling her close and kissing her unexpectedly. His tender lips against hers send shivers down her spine and a rush of exquisite energy throughout her body.
Wrapping her arms around him she kisses him back, wanting him desperately, something in her withdraws. They need to take this slow. She turns leaving him with a slight bow, blowing him a kiss.
Laughing and looking back repeatedly they finally go their separate ways. The last thing he sees is her tender smile.
She’s too wired to go to sleep, so she takes a swim and a soak. The heat puts her into drowsy speculation. Still feeling his warm lips against her neck and his warm breath in her ear, she concludes this attraction is dangerous. What is it about him that is so unbelievably hot?... Eventually crawling into bed she succumbs to the sleep of the intoxicated.
She sleeps in, and most of the morning is gone before she crawls out of bed. She has a day of weeding and nurturing her garden and flowerbeds planned. Putting on a pair of old sweats and a tank top and plaiting her hair into a tight braid to keep her hair out of the dirt she prepares for a day of exquisite hard work.
Pulling a pair of garden gloves and some tools from the garage she sets them on the back doorstep. Though she doesn't feel like eating, she knows a glass of orange juice and a croissant will make her feel better. Eating her brunch outside helps to brighten her spirits and alleviates her headache a bit. The sun has already burned off the morning mist and the breeze is light and refreshing.
This will be a hot one , she thinks to herself. She wonders how James is doing this morning, and if he even remembers the events of last night. It
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