We start out soft .
Surprising ourselves at the intensity with which we respond the second time round.
Your lips on mine, nipping at it with a quiet urgency I haven’t felt before. I taste longing , cautiousness and a little flutter that sings of hope.
We pull apart. Our breath mingling in small puffs on the foggy dashboard.The wiper blades failing to clear the window.Blushing,I turn in my seat to gaze at the rain beat down on the tress a the other end of the road. The signal switches to green and we are off. We sneak glances at each other. Quick, fleeting ones.
I bite my lower lip, fiddling nervously with my seat belt.The car lurches over a speedbump as a crazy driver hollers past us. Was I too fast? Too sloppy? I can feel him looking at me, concerned and I want to tell him that I’m okay but I don’t. Because you see ,I couldn’t stand to see rejection in those soulful brown eyes.
The GPS instructs us to go left. So that’s what he does,pulling into a seemingly deserted road with just the restaurant where we’re meeting our friends. Ever the gentleman, he helps undo my seatbelt. Our knuckles brush, an involuntary grin threatening to bolt across my face. I tilt my forehead forward, lashes lowered and tuck my hair behind my ear.
The downpour has slowed to a drizzle and I attempt to dash across the road to the cosy looking cafe.Clumsy as I am my heels twist , my butt quickly approaching the slippery road when I feel strong arms wrapped around me. My hands clutching at his chest, the cashmere of his cardigan soft against my palm,his hands on my back ,pulling me in. He looks good up close. The stubble brings out the specks of brown in his eyes, a quickening pulse and a hint of green apple/ginger lemon tea.
His lips twitch,”I…”
I never get to hear the rest of the sentence as our friends pull up behind us, horns blaring and the moment is lost..
/*You’re an amazing driver. Better than I’d care to admit. And if you hadn’t give me so much crap for my clumsy driving abilities, you might even have heard me say it someday.*/