The restaurant was dimly lit, candles on the tables and sconces on the walls lending atmosphere. It wasn't a fancy place, but one she enjoyed on a night out. As much as she loved her child, an adult night out was called for every now and then. When her friends said it was her turn to pick a place for dinner she'd chosen a restaurant with atmosphere and no kids.
Now she sat, sipping white wine and enjoying the pleasant conversation and company of friends. It had been a long week. She finally felt the muscles in her neck beginning to relax, the tension slowly slipping away. One friend said something that made her laugh right out loud ...
He couldn't prevent His head from snapping up, His eyes from quickly scanning the room. That laugh. He knew her laugh. His gaze moved in the direction of her voice as she began to speak, sharing some piece of her week with her friends. His eyes feel upon her.
Tonight she wore a black cocktail dress that left her shoulders bare, revealing snow white skin that He suddenly ached to run His fingers over. Her curls brushed her shoulders and shimmered in the light as she laughed. He watched her cross her legs, the skirt of the dress riding up her thighs, and He caught a glimpse of the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings before she brushed her hand over the skirt. His chest tightened as He recalled how His hands felt sliding up along that lace. He could see her blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight as she lifted her wine glass to her darkened lips and sipped slowly. She was seated at the table so that His table was directly to her left, though several empty tables separated them....
Suddenly she felt as if someone was watching her, that gnawing feeling that you're the focus of someone's attention. As she listened to her friend, she slowly glanced around the restaurant. The glass she was lifting stopped halfway to her lips.