tapping a silent rhythm.
His face is turned away from me, looking out of the windows. I allow myself the luxury of looking at him, letting my eyes drift from his smooth brow to the shadowed hollows of his cheeks, and to the lips I’m dying to kiss again. I’ve missed looking at him. I’ve missed touching him. I’ve missed so many things. I’m so aware of him I can’t focus on anything else.
My whole consciousness is fixed on the fact that he’s right there beside me. That if I reach out, I can touch him, the way my fingers are aching to.
I sigh. It feels so familiar to be here with him. If I close my eyes I can easily imagine that things are back the way they were and that we’re on our way to the apartment where he’ll carry me to the bedroom, slowly undress me and make sweet love to me until my body is totally sated.
My body, but not my heart.
I force myself to stop looking at him. It’s no use getting caught up in my feelings when they mean nothing to him. Steve soon pulls up in front of a glass-fronted restaurant with a wide awning over the sidewalk.
Stepping out of the car, I wait as David comes around the back to join me, and I catch myself admiring his beautiful body, shown to perfection in his tailored suit. As I watch, I realize that he’s stretching out an arm and that he’s going to put it around me, as if we’re a regular couple, as if we haven’t been apart for months. I stiffen, my stomach knotting tightly. There’s no knowing how my body will react to his touch, and I’m not eager to make a fool of myself again, where he’s concerned.
He must have seen something in my expression, because he pauses, cocking an eyebrow, as a dry smile curves his lips. He drops his hand and smiles wryly. “Shall we?” He says, gesturing towards the doors.
I follow him, silently wondering how I’m going to fit in an elegant restaurant with my jeans and ‘Welcome to Empathy Zone t-shirt’. David however, doesn’t seem to care. Once inside, the manager leads us through the main dining area to a curved stairway that leads to a private dining area upstairs. There’s only one table for two, and a set of wide windows that look out to a small park. It’s cozy and intimate, a room for a couple in love and eager for a romantic dinner alone. It’s definitely not the sort of place where I should be alone with David.
The manager pulls out my chair, and I sit, listening with half an ear as he and David discuss wine. After he leaves, David turns his full attention to me.
“I hope you don’t mind my picking this place,” he says, looking at me intently. “I know it’s a little… intimate, but I thought we should have some privacy.”
I shrug, schooling my face into a false expression of nonchalance. “I can’t imagine why.”
He lifts an eyebrow, then smiles patiently and leans back in his chair. “Because, as I said, we need to talk, and I’d rather not do that in a roomful of people.”
“You must have been confident that I would agree to come with you,” I observe, “reserving this place beforehand.”
“I wouldn’t say anything about confidence” He chuckles. “But I certainly hoped you would come.”
I swallow and keep silent as I pick up a menu from the table, gazing halfheartedly at the options available. From under my lashes, I can see David doing the same. Finally, he presses a button on the table, and immediately a door opens and a waiter comes in to take our order.
We’re both silent. The wine arrives, but I only take a sip of the mellow liquid, intent on keeping my senses about me while I’m in the same room with David. He looks relaxed, as if he has no care in the world. I’m far from relaxed, being so close to him is making me nervous.
“You said you wanted to talk.” I say finally, breaking the silence.
“Yes.” He nods. “But that can wait.” He smiles at me, but I’m not deceived by the appearance of friendliness. He is dangerous to me, and I should be on my
His face is turned away from me, looking out of the windows. I allow myself the luxury of looking at him, letting my eyes drift from his smooth brow to the shadowed hollows of his cheeks, and to the lips I’m dying to kiss again. I’ve missed looking at him. I’ve missed touching him. I’ve missed so many things. I’m so aware of him I can’t focus on anything else.
My whole consciousness is fixed on the fact that he’s right there beside me. That if I reach out, I can touch him, the way my fingers are aching to.
I sigh. It feels so familiar to be here with him. If I close my eyes I can easily imagine that things are back the way they were and that we’re on our way to the apartment where he’ll carry me to the bedroom, slowly undress me and make sweet love to me until my body is totally sated.
My body, but not my heart.
I force myself to stop looking at him. It’s no use getting caught up in my feelings when they mean nothing to him. Steve soon pulls up in front of a glass-fronted restaurant with a wide awning over the sidewalk.
Stepping out of the car, I wait as David comes around the back to join me, and I catch myself admiring his beautiful body, shown to perfection in his tailored suit. As I watch, I realize that he’s stretching out an arm and that he’s going to put it around me, as if we’re a regular couple, as if we haven’t been apart for months. I stiffen, my stomach knotting tightly. There’s no knowing how my body will react to his touch, and I’m not eager to make a fool of myself again, where he’s concerned.
He must have seen something in my expression, because he pauses, cocking an eyebrow, as a dry smile curves his lips. He drops his hand and smiles wryly. “Shall we?” He says, gesturing towards the doors.
I follow him, silently wondering how I’m going to fit in an elegant restaurant with my jeans and ‘Welcome to Empathy Zone t-shirt’. David however, doesn’t seem to care. Once inside, the manager leads us through the main dining area to a curved stairway that leads to a private dining area upstairs. There’s only one table for two, and a set of wide windows that look out to a small park. It’s cozy and intimate, a room for a couple in love and eager for a romantic dinner alone. It’s definitely not the sort of place where I should be alone with David.
The manager pulls out my chair, and I sit, listening with half an ear as he and David discuss wine. After he leaves, David turns his full attention to me.
“I hope you don’t mind my picking this place,” he says, looking at me intently. “I know it’s a little… intimate, but I thought we should have some privacy.”
I shrug, schooling my face into a false expression of nonchalance. “I can’t imagine why.”
He lifts an eyebrow, then smiles patiently and leans back in his chair. “Because, as I said, we need to talk, and I’d rather not do that in a roomful of people.”
“You must have been confident that I would agree to come with you,” I observe, “reserving this place beforehand.”
“I wouldn’t say anything about confidence” He chuckles. “But I certainly hoped you would come.”
I swallow and keep silent as I pick up a menu from the table, gazing halfheartedly at the options available. From under my lashes, I can see David doing the same. Finally, he presses a button on the table, and immediately a door opens and a waiter comes in to take our order.
We’re both silent. The wine arrives, but I only take a sip of the mellow liquid, intent on keeping my senses about me while I’m in the same room with David. He looks relaxed, as if he has no care in the world. I’m far from relaxed, being so close to him is making me nervous.
“You said you wanted to talk.” I say finally, breaking the silence.
“Yes.” He nods. “But that can wait.” He smiles at me, but I’m not deceived by the appearance of friendliness. He is dangerous to me, and I should be on my
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