appearance.
A desire pulsed through my veins, turning me on. My fingers tingled with the need to move closer and run them across his broad chest.
Reminding myself that we were taking it slow, I tried to make myself appear calm, cool, and collected. Don’t be a floozy, Lu!
My cool went right out the window when Jack pushed off the wall and approached me, causing my body temperature to rise. When he was close he wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I missed you, Luella.” He pulled away with a light, lingering kiss to my cheek. “I’m sorry. Is hugging not allowed?”
“What?” It came out as a whisper. Not even a whisper; more like it just fell from my mouth on a breath. I couldn’t feel my limbs. I could only feel the tingling parts of my body that came into contact with his. His strong arms embraced me. His lips pressed against my cheek. I existed solely at the places touching him.
He cocked his head to the side and squinted his eyes. Talking slowly, confusion evident in his voice he said, “Usually when someone gives you a hug, you hug them back. You’re kind of just standing there. I wanted to make sure hugging was okay.” His arms fell from around my back and I realized that I had stood there doing nothing while he hugged me. My mouth probably hung open and my poor brain melted as it tried to process his body being so close to mine.
I started to giggle at how uncomfortable I had made the situation. Not a cute giggle like oh-silly-me. Instead it came out like an I-was-insane giggle; high-pitched and awkward. He cocked an eyebrow and I mentally shook myself, trying to get my shit together.
I scrunched my eyes closed, shaking my head ‘no’ in embarrassment. At last I lifted my eyes with a smile. “Of course hugs are fine. I think I just got caught off guard. Sorry. It’s been a busy morning.” It hadn’t been a busy morning. But I needed an excuse for acting like a complete lunatic.
“No problem. I completely understand,” he responded with a small laugh. He reached to open the door while his other hand reached back for mine waiting for me grab on. “Shall we have some lunch?”
I placed my palm in his and felt a fire move up my arm and down to my core. With a solid nod in answer, we made our way inside. We chose our selection from the chalkboard menu and grabbed a booth along the wall under the decorative loft. Looking at the table nearby with two girls giggling over their textbooks and their hair haphazardly piled on top of their heads in that perfect stylish way, I started to feel old. Their short denim shorts and crop tops made me feel drab in comparison.
Then I remembered the mistakes I made as a young and reckless student and I felt immensely better about being older, wiser and stronger. You couldn’t make me repeat those years for a million dollars.
Since we both had to get back to work soon, the conversation was simple, allowing us to get to know each other. Throughout the meal he gave me his full attention. He never made me feel weird, but actually laughed at my usually awkward comments. I warned him of my peculiar and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor. He just laughed and said he might find it a sexy.
Sexy? Sexy!
I couldn’t believe my luck that I had found a guy who thought my lame jokes were sexy . I would not look a gift horse in the mouth.
To top it off, all throughout our time together he found ways to touch me. A lingering caress to my hand, bumping his knees against mine. It all seemed simple, but the feelings those small grazes evoked in me were anything but juvenile. Trying to not fall at this man’s feet and beg him to take me to the bathroom again , became more and more difficult with each touch. I was surprised I didn’t have flushed cheeks from how hot the rest of my body was getting.
I thought my knees were going to give out when he placed his hand extra low on my back to walk me out of the restaurant. Standing on the sidewalk
A desire pulsed through my veins, turning me on. My fingers tingled with the need to move closer and run them across his broad chest.
Reminding myself that we were taking it slow, I tried to make myself appear calm, cool, and collected. Don’t be a floozy, Lu!
My cool went right out the window when Jack pushed off the wall and approached me, causing my body temperature to rise. When he was close he wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I missed you, Luella.” He pulled away with a light, lingering kiss to my cheek. “I’m sorry. Is hugging not allowed?”
“What?” It came out as a whisper. Not even a whisper; more like it just fell from my mouth on a breath. I couldn’t feel my limbs. I could only feel the tingling parts of my body that came into contact with his. His strong arms embraced me. His lips pressed against my cheek. I existed solely at the places touching him.
He cocked his head to the side and squinted his eyes. Talking slowly, confusion evident in his voice he said, “Usually when someone gives you a hug, you hug them back. You’re kind of just standing there. I wanted to make sure hugging was okay.” His arms fell from around my back and I realized that I had stood there doing nothing while he hugged me. My mouth probably hung open and my poor brain melted as it tried to process his body being so close to mine.
I started to giggle at how uncomfortable I had made the situation. Not a cute giggle like oh-silly-me. Instead it came out like an I-was-insane giggle; high-pitched and awkward. He cocked an eyebrow and I mentally shook myself, trying to get my shit together.
I scrunched my eyes closed, shaking my head ‘no’ in embarrassment. At last I lifted my eyes with a smile. “Of course hugs are fine. I think I just got caught off guard. Sorry. It’s been a busy morning.” It hadn’t been a busy morning. But I needed an excuse for acting like a complete lunatic.
“No problem. I completely understand,” he responded with a small laugh. He reached to open the door while his other hand reached back for mine waiting for me grab on. “Shall we have some lunch?”
I placed my palm in his and felt a fire move up my arm and down to my core. With a solid nod in answer, we made our way inside. We chose our selection from the chalkboard menu and grabbed a booth along the wall under the decorative loft. Looking at the table nearby with two girls giggling over their textbooks and their hair haphazardly piled on top of their heads in that perfect stylish way, I started to feel old. Their short denim shorts and crop tops made me feel drab in comparison.
Then I remembered the mistakes I made as a young and reckless student and I felt immensely better about being older, wiser and stronger. You couldn’t make me repeat those years for a million dollars.
Since we both had to get back to work soon, the conversation was simple, allowing us to get to know each other. Throughout the meal he gave me his full attention. He never made me feel weird, but actually laughed at my usually awkward comments. I warned him of my peculiar and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor. He just laughed and said he might find it a sexy.
Sexy? Sexy!
I couldn’t believe my luck that I had found a guy who thought my lame jokes were sexy . I would not look a gift horse in the mouth.
To top it off, all throughout our time together he found ways to touch me. A lingering caress to my hand, bumping his knees against mine. It all seemed simple, but the feelings those small grazes evoked in me were anything but juvenile. Trying to not fall at this man’s feet and beg him to take me to the bathroom again , became more and more difficult with each touch. I was surprised I didn’t have flushed cheeks from how hot the rest of my body was getting.
I thought my knees were going to give out when he placed his hand extra low on my back to walk me out of the restaurant. Standing on the sidewalk
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