Being nervous was something he was wholly unaccustomed to, as through his incredibly quick wit and charm he maneuvered deftly through most any situation.
However, with her it was different.
Though the two had never met, she had most certainly captured his attention, which is saying quite a bit. Often he found himself bored after a while with most any girl he spoke to, be it days, weeks, or even one short conversation. The end result was almost always the same.
That person was unable to hold his interest. Incapable of captivating him.
Holding him firmly in the palm of her hand, and washing over him whatever feeling she wished him to experience that moment.
He longed for that. For her.
Uncertainty still reigned over him with this one, though he knew she was very difference. One of a kind. Often people confuse being an individual with being different. Yes, in fact one can be unique as a person, but just another fill in the blank.
And that she was not.
She was capable of stealing away his thoughts with her slight laughter, taking his heart and prodding it to beat ever faster with a mere few words, or even bringing him to the height of arousal with provocative poses, and sensual displays of her womanly charms.
And charmed he was, though he let on that he was, the depths to which she had him would not be revealed, rather tucked safely away in his back pocket.
Drifting off through nervous excitement and a lack of sleep the night before over those very same reasons, he was stirred to life by the shrill of his cell phone ringing. Answering it quickly, but with a rather groggy greeting, he found she was here.
Finally.
Hopping from the couch he dashed past the mirror and out his bedroom door before stopping and tracing back and seeing how his hair looked. Letting out a laugh as it was as tangled and matted as ever, he proceeded to the front door to meet his long expected arrival.
And she did not disappoint.
Hardly so, as she was far more engaging and beautiful than he had seen in pictures and her voice more melodious than on the numerous phone conversations they reveled in. She extended her hand rather awkwardly, and he just grinned at her cautiously, before hugging her.
The sudden physical contact a welcomed gift, though an unexpected one.
As they embraced lightly, he let his hand trail down her back and slightly grabbed her ass. She slapped his arm, though her smile and excitement was evident.
She was rather shy, and didn't really have much luck with guys, thus perhaps the fact she met him over the 'net. While it took some time for her to shed the stigma of meeting someone online, she had warmed up rather quickly to the notion of meeting him and realizing whether or not he was as gifted in person as he seemed to be through every other medium.
His words were a song set to the beat of every young girl's heart, and his thoughts held her gently to his chest in a warm embrace. He was amazing, to her.
Thus she had taken so many steps to meet him, including overcoming her own fears of intimacy.
As she craved him more and more each day, the more likely this reality had become, to the point that almost spontaneously she decided to follow through. And thus far he had not disappointed. That smile on his face and his warm inviting eyes. Boring would be the last word she would ever use to describe him, and she hoped to find a good many that night.
