It had been so long since he had felt the touch of a woman. As she came up from behind him and surprised him with a hand on his shoulder the effect was electric…literally setting nerve endings on fire throughout his body. But he would hold it together for this was wrong. The whole thing was off the radar as far as a real possibility, it just can’t happen so he resolved to sit there, stand his ground, and act like an adult. The problem was her lips…
If you’ve ever tried to concentrate on a task only to be repeatedly interrupted by a shiny object, you felt his angst. The crimson lips across the table had a mind of their own. Oh, they were normal lips alright, but they spoke to him. As hard as he fought he could feel himself drawing her near and slowly placing his lips on hers while he gently slides his fingers through her baby soft jet black hair and cradles the back of her head and envelopes her entire face with his soul…and all the pain he has ever felt melts away.
But reality was the order of the day and as she agreed that a friendship was the pinnacle of possibility, the lips called…and this time they pointed out that she has possibly the most beautiful cheekbones he had ever seen. Never mind that her eyes were pools of sensuality or that her laugh was that of a little girl…or that he could seriously envision spending the rest of his life with this “friend”…someone who had already defeated his defense mechanisms and long constructed walls. She was a man’s woman with the spirit of fun and raging sexuality bursting below the surface. Where before this scenario would have sent him running for the door, for the first time, this woman had the effect of making his heart feel as if it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment.
The wise choice was taken and goodbyes were offered along with solemn commitments to do the right thing…as it should have been. But he left eternally thankful for the journey into areas he had long since forgotten and the wisp of a promise into feelings never quite satisfied.