Calm down Shana it was an accident. My head went into automatic overdrive and I immediately envisioned what would have happened if he had kissed me right then.
Quick flashes of messy hair, a ripped up dress heavy breathing and a steamed car fogged my mind and made me drunk on elation. My pulse elevated even higher and I swallowed roughly trying to calm myself. Could he tell where my mind was going? No of course not slow down.. It has been forever though. I bit down lightly on my lip as the naughty flashes of uncontrolled desires pulsed out of my mind and through my veins letting me know just how long it had been since I had felt that kind of touch.
It took me a moment to realize the car had stopped. I looked up at the looming building that was where I lived. We were here… Almost too soon. God you have no gusto, Cassie would have been all over him in seconds. You have never been like Cassie nor will you ever be. You are sensible. I tried to reason but my mind shouted back maybe not that much. I thought back to the naughty scene I had created in my head moments before. No, not completely sensible I suppose.
"Thank you for the ride, it was very kind I appreciate it."
"No problem you have made my night enjoyable." He seemed surprised when he finished the sentence as if he hadn't expected to mean what he was saying. What an odd and intriguing man. His body is attractive but so is his mind, what I wouldn't give to be inside there a few minutes, or have him inside me. Say goodbye damn it!
"Bye then."
He opened his door and got out, just as I started to unbuckle the seat belt. I watched him walk calmly around the front of the car and come to my side. He opened the door and stood waiting for me while I gathered my handbag and gloves. I turned to step out and realized his hand was outstretched awaiting mine. I placed my palm into his carefully. He had large hands but they were warm and the skin was smooth. Soft not rough or distinct in any way. Perfect. I thought. I flushed again at my thoughts that were both judging and intoxicating. Could he tell what I was thinking. I stopped in front of him clutching my bag and staring into his eyes.