Rose
In all my twenty-three years I’ve never opened up to anyone so much.
Nor have I ever been so fascinated by anyone.
Nor have I ever had such an incredible date.
Nor have I ever wanted a man so badly.
I know it and surely he knows it too. It must be written all over my face.
“So, um, yeah…this is me,” I say as we arrive at my door.
I put my back to the door and fumble for my keys. I want to invite him in, or better yet for him to invite me in, but I don’t want to appear too easy. It’s just so soon. I’m completely conflicted as my hand scrambles inside my purse unable to find the simplest of things…the key that will take me into my apartment and let me take a deep breath so I can slow down before I do something that’s way too impulsive.
Or is it?
Isn’t that part of the reason why I came to the city? I mean sure, it was to make more money, but it was also to be more spontaneous and meet new people too.
I just never figured that new people would mean the incredibly hot doctor living across the hall from me.
This is all just too convenient. It’s like he was brought here, wrapped up in a nice bow, and left on my doorstep…quite literally.
“I really had a great time,” he says in that smooth voice of his that would make everyone but Barry White jealous.
“Me too,” I say. My fingers find the keychain in the bottom of the black hole which is my purse.
“Thanks for sharing so freely and being such a great conversationalist,” he says.
Then out of nowhere it hits me. I spent most of the night talking. When was the last time anyone, especially a guy, let me do more than half of the talking?
Never.
Even at work guys will brag and go on and just talk and talk and talk, like you’re actually interested in the horsepower of their new fancy sports car.
Not him. No way.
He was completely engaged and asked really good questions. The best part is it never felt like an interrogation, even though we did get pretty deep on some subjects. I even told him about my parents passing away five years ago in a car crash just a week after my high school graduation.
It’s been five years, but that is personal. I never share that with anyone, and I told him over dessert like I was telling him what’s on offer on Netflix.
It’s just something about how he listens. How his eyes focus on you like what you’re saying is the most interesting thing in the world, whether you’re describing the reasons you left your small town for the big city or what you had for breakfast last Tuesday…not that our conversation veered in that direction though.
And right now I’d really like this conversation to veer right onto my couch and then take a hard turn towards something a little bit more aggressive like, “Please don’t stop,” and “deeper…more, more,” but I’m still a small town girl at heart. I don’t have any set rules, like three dates before getting naked with a guy, but I also couldn’t ever imagine going to far with a guy on a first date…until now.
“Thank you for an incredible time with the most beautiful woman in the entire city,” he says.
I blush and subconsciously turn towards him. Primal instincts still prevail no matter how big or populate a concrete jungle we find ourselves in.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You can’t thank me entirely.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m not being entirely honest,” he says.
“Hey!” I say, slapping him on the arm. “That’s not very funny.” I liked his beautiful compliment and the night was ending on a high note. Why would he go and take it away now?
“I’m not being honest because you’re not just the most beautiful woman in the entire city. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon in the whole wide world.”
And just like that the butterflies are back fluttering around in my stomach and I feel like the toast of the town again.
“And right now it’s not only my eyes I want to lay upon you.”
He pauses and thoughts of our bodies tangled on the couch quickly fill my mind.
“It’s my lips,” he says.
He leans in and his lips come down gently on mine. Of all the ways he could have kissed me, and they all would have been welcomed right now he chose the best.
The one that makes me feel like a princess in a fairy tale. The one that makes me feel so feminine and light on my feet.
And the one that makes me feel like I’ve met the one.