Her black hair draped across her cheek as she leaned forward. Each time she shifted closer, something seemed on the verge of happening. I could smell her, or at least I thought I did. It made me breathe deeply. Despite myself, I wanted to be grab her and tell her to be with me all in one confusing moment. I wanted to smell her again but couldn't find the scent of flowers warmed by body heat. The absence sent me back. A little saddened, I tried to continue to the conversation, but she had moved across the room.
Refusing to feel angry, I asked to see her again. I shaved. Cologne peppered my neck. The walk to the restaurant gave me enough time to work myself up into an invincible beast. Standing at the corner, I didn't expect to see her there. She smiled and I melted. "Stay cool," I said to myself.
We found our way to the patio of the restaurant. She told me funny things, and I tried to put her in place. Her words were so deft that she would slip out of my hands when I was about to announce to myself, "I won." And then she would coordinate her body along with her speech in such a charming way. Never mind, and continue the pursuit. Joking about her chances to work where she wanted, I suggested that she try her hand at bar tending. At last she faltered. Interestingly, I felt discomfort looming in the back of my mind at her dismay. "Fight through it," I cheered from a different part of my mind.
"You'd make a great bar tender since you'd lay off the product," I said in attempt to change the conversation's tone without letting her off the hook. She needs to earn it.
She dipped her head and looked tenderly upwards at me. "You're right."
And it was as if she wanted me to hold her pinned underneath me. The rest of the meal was a blur. I couldn't think straight. She enchanted our walk to the Starbucks. Maybe some coffee would clear my mind. Instead of ordering anything, she stood behind me and held me gently. I was surprised that things moved so smoothly. If she looked down at any moment, I'd have to excuse my arousal.
