From the moment he walked in the room and our eyes met, we clicked. I know, it sounds clichΓ©, but it's true. When he looked at me, I got that burning sensation down below.
The coffee shop was packed. I was lucky enough to get a table by the windows. I was enjoying my hot chocolate with a shot of caramel latte as well as the view of him sauntering up to the counter. I couldn't hear what he ordered, but I knew it would be as hot as he was.
His jeans were tight around a nicely formed butt and those thighs...His royal blue button-down shirt really brought out the blue of his eyes and his blonde hair fell just above his collar and had just enough wave in it to not be completely straight, with a curl that hung down over his left eye.
When he got his order, he turned around and looked right at me. It was like being hit with a jolt of electricity. I almost jumped out of my skin. And when he walked toward me, his hips swaying in that way that men's hips do, I almost melted from all that electricity.
"Mind if I join you? The place is pretty full and this seems to be the only available chair."
I tried hard not to stutter as I stumbled over my answer, "Uh, go ahead, I don't mind the company." Wow. Did that sound lame or what. I hope I didn't look as red as I felt. The smile he shared with me was almost wicked, and there was a gleam in his eye that curled my toes.
"So, do you come here often?" he asked and his little laugh was as wicked as his grin.
All I could say was, "Really? That's the best you've got?" That made him laugh out loud in a voice that was like honey, and I love honey.
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you," he said. "I know that you come here often 'cuz I've seen you in here several times before."
"Oh? So you've been stalking me huh?" I asked with my voice barely above a whisper, which he took as him taking my breath away. And he was right. How could someone like him notice someone like me?
He moved his chair closer to mine and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I don't play games. If I see something I want, I go after it. And I want you." He reached out to place his hand on mine and said, "I know this sounds like a line, but what do you say we get out of here?"
This time I did stutter. "Y-you mean, together?"
He gave a chuckle and said, "Yes, together. I don't want to go home by myself tonight."
"I don't know. I-I don't usually go home with strangers."
"My name is Luke. Now I'm not a stranger anymore. What do you say?" What could I say? He took my hand and led me out of the coffee shop and around the corner to his car.
As he opened the door of his car for me, I thought to myself, "What the heck are you doing? He could be a serial killer or something." But he touched the small of my back and my legs became like rubber and I almost fell into the car. What the heck. Might as well go for it. I'm already this far.
He went around and got into the car, which happened to be a shiny black dodge charger, and started the car. He was so smooth and not nervous at all, unlike myself. Wow. Could this really be happening? "You don't have to sit so far away," he said as he patted the seat between us. So, I moved over and after he put the car in gear, he rested his hand on my knee. I almost jumped. Never expected that. Well, not really.
As we were driving down the road, we didn't say a word. He didn't have to. His had slowly slid up my thigh and rested there with the weight of the world.