They sat at a corner table, him side on to the window. His brain seethed with emotion. She studied him intently.
" He was even prettier up close ", she thought.
The air crackled with intent.
Neither wanted to break the moment, but each wanted the high ground.
He broke first.
" Love the top you’re wearing, " he jagged out.
" Thank you ", she purred, " I can wear black carnt I ? "
" You can say that ", he ventured.
He sensed a bead of sweat on the nape of his neck. She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. She felt warm where it counted and a familiar ache started. Both ordered coffee and fell into a measured silence. It was wierd but they both knew that this was appropriate.
Fate, fuckin destiny, whatever. If one could have sex in one’s head, they both knew this is how they can do it.
He felt in his right pocket for the leather strap, then his phone rang. He excused himself from the table and whispered a response whilst walking away.
She ducked for her purse.
an ongoing dynamic. Male/ female , love the parry and thrust.