He rented a movie that they both wanted to see and he called to ask if she'd like to come over in the evening. She suggested they spend the day together and watch the movie with dinner.
They spent most of the afternoon inside the little house. The day had been brisk and windy, so he built up a fire and turned on some music. She looked at him from the couch when the sound of violins began to fill the room. She gave him an appreciative little smile and one of her flirty little looks that he was liking more and more.
They had an easy friendship that was steadily growing into something more. They both recognized it and it was an electrifying unspoken conversation between them.
They spent the afternoon together with a comfortable companionship. Their conversations were lively and varied. They talked and laughed and felt that *something* start to take shape between them.
He enjoyed listening to her rapid delivery of ideas. She was very animated when she spoke. Her whole body helped tell her stories. He found himself looking at her body more frequently as the day passed.
She enjoyed his conversation, as well. He was more taciturn than she, but his opinions and ideas were thoughtful and thought-provoking. He had an accent that made his words sound rich and full bodied. When she called a question to him from the kitchen, she closed her eyes and listened to his response. She was very attracted to him.
Their touches increased as the day progressed. She'd lean forward when talking and touch his knee with her fingertips when making a point. He felt the skin under the fabric of his jeans momentarily catch on fire. He saw her in the kitchen standing on tip-toe reaching for a glass in the cabinet. Gently, he placed a hand on her hip and nudged her out of the way to retrieve it for her. They both were looking for reasons to shrink the space between them.
The sun began to set and he turned on the lamps by the couch. "Hungry?" He asked her.
She gave him her flirty look again, "Starving."
He told her he'd order a pizza. They could watch the movie and eat on the couch.
She busied herself in the kitchen finding wine glasses and corkscrew. She had brought a bottle of a nice red blend to have with dinner and poured two glasses. As she carried them back into the living room, his eyes were once again drawn to her body. Her skirt swished around her knees when she walked. Her collar bone peeked out from the neck of her shirt when she bent to place the glasses on the coffee table. He wanted to put his lips on that small space of skin.
She was watching him, too. He sat easy and comfortable on the couch, one arm draped over the back. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and the top button of his button-down was undone. She could see a little bit of chest hair and felt the urge to reach out and place her hands on his chest. Her heartbeat picked up its pace a little and she felt a flush spread over her body.
When the pizza arrived, she moved the wine glasses to make room on the coffee table. He made his way to the kitchen to grab some plates and napkins.
