Fantasy or wishful thinking?

It was his scent I noticed first. Not overpowering, but a clean musky scent. It drew me to him like a fly to sugar. Most times I would notice a smile first but he didn’t seem to own one. Curiosity was never my weak suit and the missing smile was a mystery that needed solving. His eyes spoke volumes though. Deep pools of something that I couldn’t quite place and I wanted to find out.

He was standing next to a wall; leaning back and watching the crowd. I had passed him on my way to the bar for my usual glass of water with a twist of lemon. I liked to stay alert when I went out because I didn’t like to miss out on any fun. Drink distorted too many things. I moved to a corner barstool closer to where he stood so I could observe him closer. His clothes were crisp and fit his body well; tailored perhaps? Black casual pants, white cotton shirt with a few buttons undone and a hint of chest hair that needed some fingers running through it.

I watched as he seemed to be singing the words to the latest song that was playing under his breath, while his foot tapped time to the music. He watched the small group of dancers that were on the dance floor; it was almost like he wanted to join them but was restraining himself. “Still no smile. How is it one so handsome as he not smile?” I wondered to myself once again. It was almost as if he was reserving that smile for someone special that hadn’t joined him as of yet. I decided to wait a bit before attempting to approach him; you know, the whole I don’t want to get shot down just as it starts to get interesting thing.

He was drinking a beer from a bottle and every now and again he would take a sip and scan the room, but no one seemed to strike an interest with him. What I didn’t know was that a few of the times that I had looked away, he had noticed me. I was signaling for a water refill and had not noticed he had moved. I looked for him in the crowd and did not see him anywhere. I sighed deeply at the loss of what could have been.

I decided to call it an evening and reached for my purse to pay for my tab. I smelled his presence first; that clean musky smell. Then I felt the warmth of his body close to mine and a whisper of his breath on my shoulder as he leaned forward to place his hand on my arm. “Let me get that for you” he said as he threw a twenty on the bar towards the bartender. His voice was as warm as his body. Sliding his hand gently up my arm a few inches he looked at me and said “Leaving so soon? The night is still young.” It was then that I was awarded that first smile and it almost took my breath away. It made me feel as if I was the only person in the room besides him and I suddenly knew that his smiles were not given to just anyone.

“I was thinking about it but I might just have to stick around for a while now.” Giving him one of my own special smiles, I turned in my chair to face him better. “Would you like to join me or do you have something better in mind?”

“Well, I could think of a few things but I have been waiting all night for just the right woman to come along so I could kidnap her to the dance floor” he replied. His eyes were locked on mine as he waited for an answer. Just then a slow song came on and I could think of nothing but his arms wrapped around my body swaying to the music.

“I would love to dance with you.” I breathed in a soft reply. I stood and he captured my hand to lead me to the floor. With my heels on we were a perfect match in height. He pulled me in close and as we swayed to the beat of the music he whispered in my ear “Now aren’t you glad you didn’t leave?” My body grew warmer from his and I gave him a smile as an answer. I could feel his muscles ripple beneath his shirt as he moved. He was confident on the floor as if he had danced all his life. As the song progressed his hands roamed; soft and gentle. I moved in closer like a moth to flame and that was what he was doing to me; setting me on fire with his hands.

More to come…