It was cold outside but inside she was warm. She sat beside the fireplace, wrapped in a bathrobe. It felt romantic but she felt lonely. She hadn't been with anyone for a long time now.. long hours in the office had not allowed her to be very social in the past few days. She had been interested in the mysterious guy who used to turn up at her office from time to time. He was a detective from what she could gather, what with his trademark bowler hat and well knit suit. He had seen her looking at him but each time he had averted her gaze. She felt a bit ashamed to look at him so wantingly, brazenly and every time he looked her way, her heart would skip a beat, but then he would look away and leave her hanging. That was the gist of their relationship, a few stolen glances which were left unreturned. As she sat there beside the fire, her thoughts wondered towards the mystery man and what it would be like to have him beside her at that moment, making love to her beside the warm fireplace, slowly, gently, caressingly. Her reverie was broken by the ringing of the doorbell.
Startled she got up to open the door to her apartment. She wondered who it could be at this hour..
The door opened to reveal the very same gentleman she had just been fantasizing about. At first she was taken aback. What was he doing there in the middle of the night.. he was looking at her, looking into her eyes. This time he did not avert his gaze. Neither did she. Eyes locked with hers, he moved into the doorway and took her in his arms. At first he hesitated waiting to gauge her reaction. He was looking into her eyes for her approval. Her eyes betrayed her want.. she didn't resist. Slowly he moved towards her lips and kissed her apprehensively at first, waiting for her lips to reciprocate the touch of his lips. When she did reciprocate, he kissed her more passionately.