She set out once again to meet yet another stranger; she buried her fears and steeled her will to show no weakness as she awaited his arrival.
Her first glimpse of his smile encouraged her and she felt a slight relief; he did not seem so fearsome. She actually felt a sense of calm inside herself as he spotted her and waved his arrival. He accepted her hand and pecked her on the cheek and they engaged in hesitant small talk as they walked to the hotel coffee shop.
Over breakfast she noticed that his eyes did not seem to pierce through her, as many had, but instead drew her in. His smile was warm and comforting and her thoughts were with some disbelief that he seemingly was content and showed true interest in having a real conversation with her. His eyes seem to smile as she spoke to him; they had an unusual twinkle. She wondered if she would still see that when they were alone or was it all a facade to draw her in as she had experienced so many times before.
Later, when they were alone, she stared at him after remembering their lengthy conversation and she took in the features of his face. His eyes had already passed a test that she did not realize she was giving and now her attention drew to his lips. They looked to be soft and gentle; they made her feel wanting and she could almost imagine that they were lips that caressed, that would make her blood rush, that would be warm and tingly against her sensitive skin.
She returned her study to his eyes and found them studying her in return. She stood staring transfixed before realizing that their eyes had been fixed on one another for long moments. The unspoken communication their eyes were sharing created magnetic chemistry and she knew he shared her thoughts. She felt detached and so far away from him though only an arms length of space was between them. She could feel his eyes drink her up and draw her in and within a heartbeat she could feel his breath on her as he moved closer. His eyes still fixed in hers and heat penetrated from his lips inches away from her own. With eyes still set upon each other, temptation grew; lust was building and she felt no reservations about the moment his mouth would meet her own. Electricity sparked between them and desire beckoned inside her; his lips met hers in what seemed like a never ending bliss.
She felt his hands reach up and softly cradle her face, his tongue danced with hers and his lips sucked all of her energy, leaving her weak and wanton. She was not sure if she even needed to breathe for it felt like he was doing that for her. She felt a familiar rush pass through her and knew that she wanted more. His mouth was giving her a glitter of magic and she knew she was giving that in return for she could feel desire in his lips, desire for her; his eyes never leaving hers throughout the kiss. Lost in an endless bliss they both seemed to realize that this needed to end with a kiss, for now anyway.
Over the next several days he took steps to engage her and to connect with her and to not let her feel forgotten, till they could meet again. Together they plotted for an opportunity to conduct a second encounter. Finally the much anticipated day came and once she saw him all the fears she had pushed aside came pouring back twice over. This would be the day she would give herself to him but that was not what frightened her; tomorrow was what she ultimately feared. It was always tomorrow she dreaded, was always tomorrow that induced her insecurities and proved them true, - because it was tomorrow that she would be forgotten.
