| | we worked next to each other, talking about what to do for our clients. he asked questions about what i did to make the session better. i answered, and i felt his heart rushing for mine as he started asking things that had nothing to do with work.
we talked and talked, about everything. he laughed, i smiled. he smirked, i laughed. i combed my fingers through my hair with my left hand; my wedding band and engagement rings almost nonexistent.
he rode a cool japanese motorcycle, wore a cool bikers helmet, wore tight tee's, a cool biker's backpack, and had guns the size of my thighs; titanium, probably.
i couldnt stop staring at his face. it was as if it was made for my pleasure. i couldnt stop thinking about him.
it was the end of our session. we both felt like we were the only ones there. no one to stop us. we walked closer as we walked further; i was feeling the sleeve of his mediocre polo rubbing onto my on-sale tee. our faces grew bright as we walked slower; our pulses vibrated together; so much so, we became numb. speechless, quiet, and somber we became. knowing it would stop here. it had to stop here.
i asked him when we would see each other again... at work? most likely. he had to leave.
i ran up to him as he was walking away, casually asked where he was going. i told him i could meet him there so we could hang out, jokingly..of course. i wanted him to say yes so bad, just so i could find an excuse to bump this up a step. he gave me a look. one where you know you're doing something wrong, but can't help what you're doing. i also sensed guilt. he had a gf, maybe. probably a white gf, he's pretty capable. i mean, who wouldnt want to date him? he coyly looked away, grinned, and waved bye. i ran to my car, pulled down my top, and drove fast so i could catch up to him and his speedy-motorcycle-self.
we played tag on the way to where he was going. he'd speed up, and i'd try to get him. i'd speed up, and he'd drive up next to me and give me a thumbs up. he kept on until he pulled over and had to leave.
i just drove away.
i saw him again today. feelings were stronger. he said hello and goodbye. he looked cute today. he wore a hat. probably just drove a car today. he smiled, and grinned again. he has a dimple, two actually. i was too busy with my client to see the other side of his face. it didnt matter though.
i would've never thought a person this attractive would pay any attention to me. i would've never thought a person this attractive would notice how attentative i was to him..while doing the same back.
that didnt matter because i felt attractive for the first time in a long time. my 5'2", 121lb self felt good. my confidence felt it too.
he eats apples, bananas, granola bars, and drinks water for lunch. he knows starbucks frap's sugar and calorie content, and despises it. funny, i do too.
i hate dreams.
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