It had been a good work day. No better feeling than punching out, he
thought. He wasn’t tired so much as relieved... that feeling that a
runner has at the finish of a race. Exhilaration? No, that was a bit
much.
Turning around the bend in the walk, he slowed as he saw her coming. She was still a ways away; maybe she hadn’t seen him. He slowed his pace a bit, but tried to look elsewhere. He could not. Just the sight of her spurned a sea of memories and emotions he had tried to calm for weeks now. He couldn’t even look at her blonde hair without remembering it being draped across his chest, the cool feeling he got when he ran his fingers through it... the scent of her, the way her eyes fairly danced when she smiled.
They met at the fork in the path. One way from here... they would have to walk together, or else it would be awkward. He spoke first. “Hi, Lynn.”
Her blue eyes met his for the first time in what felt like eons, bringing back memories. Even after work, she looked amazing. “Hello.” She was distant, but was not cold.
He cracked a grin. It hurt a bit. Still tender. Damn, she did a number on you, he thought to himself. Get it together. It’s water under the bridge.
They walked on for a bit. There was no one else in sight. Fancy that... and yet after weeks of the silent treatment, here they walked together. Fate can be such a bitch sometimes.
The path narrowed, and their hands almost touched. Electricity seared through his mind, momentarily stunning him. Recovering, he forced himself to not think about the sheer joy her fingers had brought him when they were lightly clasped between his own. The way his heart had melted effortlessly in her hands when she caressed his arms with her fingertips. Their hands touched again. This time, they both stopped, turning to each other. He was still a bit at a loss on what to say. She seemed a bit perplexed, but said nothing.
Finally he breathed. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”
She turned and took another step forward. “Busy with work. But I’ve been doing okay... you?”
“Same, actually... work, life, work.” He walked beside her again, and her hand slipped into his. In that moment, he was reminded of just how dangerous her touch was... how fast she had seduced him. But he let her hold his hand, and entwined her fingers between his. Their history preceded them. The talking was easier now.
“Dating? Me neither.”
“Weekend’s coming up. I can’t wait.”
They walked slower now. His left hand on her side, holding her body close. Her right hand on his shoulder. Just like old times... almost.
They were at the parking lot now. Their walk slowed even more. Her fingers slipped from his, but lingered across his palm. “Well if you’re not busy tonight, I’ll be making Italian. You can come if you’d like; I could use the company.” Her voice was velvet.
He paused a moment before looking back into her eyes- a dangerous move. She was beautiful. But he brushed her hand from his. “No. This is closure.”
She said nothing as he turned and walked away.
Turning around the bend in the walk, he slowed as he saw her coming. She was still a ways away; maybe she hadn’t seen him. He slowed his pace a bit, but tried to look elsewhere. He could not. Just the sight of her spurned a sea of memories and emotions he had tried to calm for weeks now. He couldn’t even look at her blonde hair without remembering it being draped across his chest, the cool feeling he got when he ran his fingers through it... the scent of her, the way her eyes fairly danced when she smiled.
They met at the fork in the path. One way from here... they would have to walk together, or else it would be awkward. He spoke first. “Hi, Lynn.”
Her blue eyes met his for the first time in what felt like eons, bringing back memories. Even after work, she looked amazing. “Hello.” She was distant, but was not cold.
He cracked a grin. It hurt a bit. Still tender. Damn, she did a number on you, he thought to himself. Get it together. It’s water under the bridge.
They walked on for a bit. There was no one else in sight. Fancy that... and yet after weeks of the silent treatment, here they walked together. Fate can be such a bitch sometimes.
The path narrowed, and their hands almost touched. Electricity seared through his mind, momentarily stunning him. Recovering, he forced himself to not think about the sheer joy her fingers had brought him when they were lightly clasped between his own. The way his heart had melted effortlessly in her hands when she caressed his arms with her fingertips. Their hands touched again. This time, they both stopped, turning to each other. He was still a bit at a loss on what to say. She seemed a bit perplexed, but said nothing.
Finally he breathed. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”
She turned and took another step forward. “Busy with work. But I’ve been doing okay... you?”
“Same, actually... work, life, work.” He walked beside her again, and her hand slipped into his. In that moment, he was reminded of just how dangerous her touch was... how fast she had seduced him. But he let her hold his hand, and entwined her fingers between his. Their history preceded them. The talking was easier now.
“Dating? Me neither.”
“Weekend’s coming up. I can’t wait.”
They walked slower now. His left hand on her side, holding her body close. Her right hand on his shoulder. Just like old times... almost.
They were at the parking lot now. Their walk slowed even more. Her fingers slipped from his, but lingered across his palm. “Well if you’re not busy tonight, I’ll be making Italian. You can come if you’d like; I could use the company.” Her voice was velvet.
He paused a moment before looking back into her eyes- a dangerous move. She was beautiful. But he brushed her hand from his. “No. This is closure.”
She said nothing as he turned and walked away.
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