She undid the towel wrapped around her modest frame and placed on the hook next to her shower. Sliding the curtain aside, she gingerly dipped her right foot into the bathtub, and she was instantly greeted with the warmth of the water as it enveloped around her.
Letting out a long breath, she placed her left foot inside and nestled down into the bath. She could feel the intensity of heat as the water brushed up against her shivering body.
The weather outside was always unpredictable and today was no different. It was supposed to be warm outside, but instead she had worn so many layers of clothing to school she thought it was ridiculous. Why do those weathermen get paid if they can't tell us what I have to wear?
Ah well, that was the worries of earlier today, and those thoughts slipped easily into the background of her mind.
To the forefront emerged a lone figure, and he was not at all a stranger to her. Not a stranger to occupying her thoughts that is.
While she had never technically crossed paths with him, she felt a closeness she could not put into words.
And trust in the fact she had tried to do so on many an occasion. He had fallen into her lap through the circuits and static of the information superhighway. And she has not let him stray from her ever since, though that has been quite the challenge.
She chuckled at that thought, as her right thigh emerged from underneath the water and her hands absently ran soap across her smooth skin.
As she continued to wash her legs, she could not help but notice the uneasy feeling in her gut. Her abdomen was completely tied in knots, and she felt as if someone had unleashed a bevy of butterflies within her.
Hardly could she really complain at the fluttering that occupied her tummy, as she has long since had this sort of feeling for anyone, let alone someone she had not physically met.
Someone she could touch.
Look into his eyes.
Someone she could hold.
Place his hand within her own.
Someone she could simply see.
Inhale the rarity of his presence.
She had waited for so long, playing an extended game of cat and mouse with her quarry. Though at this stage, truth be known, she was uncertain if she was not in fact the one being hunted.
The thrill of the chase. Of the hunt.
And it was nearing its end.
The final stanza.
Climax.
She turned her attention to her shoulders, and then spreading the suds across the length of her arms.
What will he be like?
Will he be all that she has hoped for?
All that he has seemed to be?
This wasn't something she really did often. Yeah, sure, she had met people online and even ventured out to meet them before. A couple here and there. However, when it comes right down to it, those encounters have never lived up to her expectations.
For the most part, each episode has been one she would rather forget than hold on to for even the length of time it takes to brush her teeth. Oh, she thought, I need to make sure to do that before I go.
It was unusual for her to think the first time they would meet would be at night and she very well may spend the entirety of it with him.
She considered that for a moment. Doesn't that sound awful?
Who in their right mind meets someone for the first time and stays the night? What does that say to him about her? What does it speak of about her in general?
She buried her face in her hands, and after a few moments she just started laughing at herself.
It turned out to be quite the chuckle, and while she attempted to recover by closing her eyes and resting her head on the back of her bathtub, a loud shrill echoed throughout the bathroom startling her.
Her phone.
She reached out of the tub, grabbed the towel, and as she dried her hand she flipped open her cell phone. As she went to place the phone to her ear while still clutching into it with her towel, the phone slipped from her grasp. As it fell softly on the mat, she scooped it up and realized it was him.
"Sorry! I dropped you."
Oh, jeesh. What a klutz she was.
"I hope you don't mean for tonight?" was his reply.
He always was like that. So in control. He came across so cool, calm, and collected.
It only heightened her already intense fascination with him.
"No! Definitely not! I mean, of course we're still on for tonight, right?"
She stammered out her reply, the cool air leaking in through the bathroom door she had carelessly left slightly ajar.
"I can think of no better way to spend my evening than with your company, sweetheart. So I hope today went well? How was class?"
He was using that voice.
God, he always got to her with it. He was doing it on purpose, this she knew, and it was already starting to drive her wild.
It was so low and soothing. Almost hypnotic with the way he spoke. He had gotten her to say and do quite a few things she never thought she would using this voice. Grrrr!
"What's with the voice," she inquired playfully, hoping to provoke him, "you know what it does to me."
She could have sworn she heard him laugh, but if she did it was so abbreviated that she left it alone.
"I'm just trying to find out how your day went, dear, I thought that was something you liked about me?"
What a tease. He always did this, playing her own words back on her. Daring her to a battle of wits, a game in which he adored engaging in, but above all else one he absolutely loved winning.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was okay. I had to teach again today, and I really enjoyed the outcome of the lesson plan I made. I think it was well-received."
She tried to stay on topic, something he made difficult, as she began to drip dry in her bathroom.
Continuing in his awfully enticing voice, he said, "Well, that's good. Would that be the lesson plan you almost didn't finish?"
At which point he began whistling as if he was innocent of any treachery.
Of course, he was not.
"Oh, right, as if you had nothing to do with that. You know between school, work, and trying to sleep it was hard enough. Add you into the mix and I'm worn out!" she stated firmly but with an excited hint in her tone.
He smiled on the other end.
A smile for none to see.
"So you're saying I have worn you out, are you?"
The smile gone. Now he was grinning widely on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, that was lame. So you mentioned you had a request for me to wear?" she inquired with great consternation and an abundance of trepidation.
"I do."
Hmmmm. What was he up to?
"Okay. Well, what is it?"
He wasted no time in replying.
"What are your measurements. I will have a few gifts for you when you arrive later this evening."
She got very quiet. Unsure how to accept this statement and in what way to process it, she was at a loss for words. What was he up to? She doesn't just tell anyone her size! And what were their plans anyway? He always hinted at a surprise she'd love, and he'd never come off his stance of not sharing any information on what that was.
"So? What are they, sweetheart?"
She gave in.
His voice.
Intoxicated with his smooth delivery and tantalizing personality, she rattled off the figures and asked once more what his plan was.
"You'll see tonight. I'll expect you at not a moment after 8 o'clock, deal?"
"Deal."
"Guess you better hurry up and finish getting ready then, huh? Oh, and I hope you like surprises."
She was about to reply when he cut her off.
"See you soon, dear. Mwah!
