It was more of an animalistic attraction that she had felt than with anyone else. Maybe it was the chase, the wonderment, just the plain good looks, that got her going and maybe it was something more. Anytime they got even remotely close on an intellectual level, he would pull away. Maybe she was just good to look at too and that's all he wanted to do or maybe it was that if he got to know her any better, he would like her and it wouldn't just be a crush anymore. She liked sports and he liked that. She liked to play games and he did too. She had a body that he liked and in one of his drunken states he had told her. Even with their significant others around, when their eyes met, they felt something. Something was simmering and their minds told them it was wrong when every inch of their bodies longed for a touch of each other's lips and fingertips over a long night alone.
How far would they go to reach that point? To reach the mountain of the unknown? Was their passion really that strong or was it all just inflamed by wild hormones that raged with lusting after someone you can't have? But there are many others that they could not have and didn't care to have. Neither of them felt like this for anyone else. They just wished there were no consequences. Wished that they could discover if what they felt was real or all in there heads.
They never found themselves alone until that Saturday in May.
She was in Boston for business for a few days. She often traveled by herself and didn't really mind. She knew that he had family in Boston and often went to visit, but didn't know he was also in town until they ran into each other at the airport. The surprised look on both of their faces faded into conversation.
They gave each other a hug and spoke of how odd it was that they ran into each other in a whole other city. She told him she was on business and he asked if she wanted to go to dinner since she was on her own and she said yes.
That night they both got ready and looked their best. It was like they were getting ready to go on a date instead of two people that were friends. He picked her up for dinner and they finally began to talk about her poetry and his dreams for the future. They laughed often and people in the restaurant thought they made a perfect couple.
He asked her if she wanted to go dancing and she accepted once more. She felt confident as they walked in. The crowded club with clusters of people was hard to maneuver in, so he grabbed her hand and led her through. The warmth of just his hand sent a wave of excitement through her body and she involuntarily squeezed his hand and he looked back at her and smiled. Was this going to be the start of something that shouldn't even begin? Was one of them going to be able to stop it or would want to do so?
