Suddenly my food had no taste and I became as twitchy as a crack head that lost his pipe. I became super aware of her, every little thing about her.
The way she babied her brother and bullied him into eating more of the vegetables on his plate. The vegetables she’d made him order.
The way she spoke to Tony as if they were long lost friends. But what I noticed most of all, was that when I removed my hand from her thigh beneath the table, she immediately looked at me as if displeased. Until I put it back and she went back to talking to the others.
That one small action made me feel ten feet tall. What an ass! Now holding her hand as we left the restaurant held more meaning, the fact that she didn’t pull away meant even more.
I decided to test her further and once in the car, instead of dragging her into my side like I usually do, I sat closer to the door leaving space between us.
I watched her through the glass of the car window and saw the way she looked at that space before looking over at my hand. I watched her pick her hand up from the seat where she’d left it in preparation for the usual struggle between us.
Then she put that hand in her lap with the other one and looked miserable. With my eyes still trained on her in the car window I reached back for her hand. I didn’t miss her sigh of relief, or the secret little smile that crossed her lips.
Just that easily my dick got hard. That’s another thing, not since high school have my body played this trick on me. These days I only get hard when I want to.
Meaning, if I’m in bed with a hot chick, I’ll get hard. When I’m in the car heading back home, I don’t get fucking hard because there’s nothing to get hard for. Everything in its place.
But now every time I look at her, sex is never far from my mind. And not just the hot sweaty kind that usually last me a little more than a week before I get bored. It might be better if it was.
But no, this is the kind of soft sappy shit that I never had any uses for. The sweet hot cuddle after kind of sex. That’s what I wanted with her. For a lifetime. I squeezed her hand in mine until the hunger passed.
That night, it was even harder not to go to her. I don’t know how I did it, but I hung in there for the first few hours before it became too much. I stood in the doorway of her bedroom and just watched her under the covers.
I couldn’t really see her because there was no light on, just the outline of her body. I looked to make sure the windows were closed, not caring that we were more than six stories high and no one could get in.
I just wanted to make sure she was safe from any possibility of harm. I didn’t stay there long, but headed back to my own bed for another restless night. At least that is what I thought. But with my mind finally free of doubts and worries, I was able to fall off easily enough.
Annabelle
I laid there stiff as a board, my breath held as I felt his eyes on me from the doorway, only releasing my pent up breath when I heard him walk away again.
He’s doing all these unexpected things, things that I didn’t foresee someone like him doing, and it’s making me feel a bit off kilter.
I’d had him pegged as the bed ‘em and leave ‘em type from the first time we met. He was the hot topic among all the females at the club, most of whom seemed willing to do anything to get with him. But so far he hasn’t acted quite how I’d expected.
I refuse to let my guard down though. Refuse to believe that all he wants is to help me. He’d admitted to wanting to take me to his bed, but even that he made sound like something more than I knew it meant to him.
It’s true I didn’t know who he was when I first entered the doors of the club, but now that I do, it only makes things worst. He’s the last kind of man I’d ever get myself involved with.
And yet, there’s something about him that seems to pull at me even when I don’t want it to. That first evening after we met as I headed to work, my heart had started racing as soon as I saw the building coming up ahead.
I knew it was the thought of seeing him again, the enigmatic man who’d made my heart race with something more than fear for the first time in forever.