With a Marlboro cigarette clamped between two fingers, a thin stream of smoke curled from my lips as I thought of my favorite subject.
Ron had a way of looking at a woman. A way of tilting his head back a fraction and gazing through those deep brown eyes of his that made me tingle in all the right places. And when his lips slid into a slow, easy smile, all those tingling places just pooled and melted.
While I was scheming, the object of my fantasies pulled his black Fairlady, marching into the warped porte-cochere of my humble office building. Getting into the car was my straight ticket to hell but hell sure felt so damn good at that very moment.
It has been a while since we saw each other and my stomach did a back flip and I could feel my heart pounding so hard it's as if its popping out of my rib cage. He still look so sensationally, devastatingly good-looking that I felt quite faint.
Ron leaned forward and kissed my blushing cheeks.
"Steady", he said in a voice as dark brown as his hair and eyes. He smiled and my knees went all wobbly. I tried to take a deep breath to steady myself but embarrassingly my lungs didn't seem to be functioning properly.
"Stop making a complete idiot of yourself!" I thought to myself. I hope he hadn't notice that my hands were trembling.
"Are you on your dangerous mind altering coffee again?" he broke the awkward silence. I let out a soft giggle, and did i mention he has a witty sense of humor!
The drive was perfect, the air that night was crisp and fresh. We parked in front of a stunning modern condo, full of jutting angles and massive balconies.
"Great, I love a room with a view."
"Wait till you see the veranda, the sunset is so incredible out there you'll forget about what I'll do to you in the room" he teased.
I just smiled and looked away. I'd felt it from the very first time we met. Heat.
We sat on the high deck, thick with container gardens.
"Beautiful sky," we both said in unison and laughed then settled into a comfortable, knowing silence. The sun was setting, large white puffs of clouds glistened with the sun's sinking fire.
He leaned forward and held my hand. "Not married" he whispered. "Your boyfriend must be curious about tonight."
I grinned. "I'm done with him."
"Imagine that."
"Imagine." My fingers and toes were tingling.
I got up and leaned against the rail just staring into nothing when I felt arms wrapping around me from behind. I ducked away and he caught hold of both my trembling hands. He stared at me then caressed my cheek.
"Isn't it interesting where life leads you...I wanted a crib and look what I found. Wow," he whispered as he pressed a set of keys in my clammy palms.
He kissed me and I noticed that in that dark brown eyes there's a soft, sweet touch. He kissed me again and it seemed I had always known those kisses.
"You scare me Ron," I whispered.
"Let's stay tonight, I know you miss me and I definitely miss you more," he said.
"I don't know you..."
"Yes you do, I'm that guy that makes your head spins, the guy you're gonna make love to, the guy that insists you move in immediately."
"I'm not ready to fall, been there...got so hurt."
"Me, too. Never felt this way, though. You know me."
"I'm not letting you go, not tonight, not anytime soon. Stay."
"Promise..."
He kissed my fingers. "With all my heart, hell yeah."
Feeling closer to Ron than ever before, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
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