ask if their plans were still intact. She didn't dare admit she couldn't stop thinking about him, and as usual, struggled to tamp down her eagerness. "Of course. I've been looking forward to it."
“So, what would you like to do?" he asked.
"Did you have something special in mind?"
"Just spending time with you, but I'm willing to do whatever you'd like."
"How about you come over to my place and I'll make dinner again." She tried to
sound like the suggestion was fresh and not pre-planned.
"That sounds good to me. What can I bring?"
"Now that I know you aren't a wine person, if you want beer, bring it!"
"What time?"
"How about sevenish?"
" Sevenish? What time is that exactly?"
She chuckled. "Anytime around seven."
"Okay. I'll be there at one minute after." He chuckled.
"My, aren’t you specific. I was giving you some leeway, but now I know exactly when to expect you, so see you then." Despite her attempt at humor, her heart raced with anticipation she couldn’t control.
"Can't wait.” Alex made smacking sounds. “My mouth is already watering."
Cynthia hung up and danced a little jig. Alex had agreed to her idea and she couldn't be more pleased. But she nibbled her bottom lip, recalling his last words. What exactly was he hungry for? Her mother's caution “just one weak moment….” rang loud and clear in her mind. A mere thought of him caused Cynthia to go weak all over…so much for one moment.
***
Cynthia stood at the sink washing Romaine lettuce. The evening's menu consisted of Caesar salad with French bread, and the delicious aroma of broiling chicken breasts replaced the apartment's musty odor. Aware she'd served chicken last time, she hoped he wouldn't notice. Her culinary skills needed vast improvement, especially in meal planning. The difference between cooking for two as opposed to satisfying her own likes didn’t leave much room for variation without a special shopping trip and a fuller wallet.
The table was set and Cynthia was dressed and ready. The clock read five minutes 'til seven, and dinner was almost done. She dried her hands, used her fingers to fluff her hair then perched on the edge of the couch to wait. Despite this not being their first encounter, she had the jitters.
At two minutes past seven, a knock sounded on the door. She jumped to her feet, admonishing herself to slow down and get past the anxiousness that betrayed her feelings at every turn. She glanced down for one final check, making sure she hadn't spilled anything on herself, then sauntered over and opened the door. Still, her fear made her peek past the safety chain before she removed it. His handsome smile greeted her and sent warmth radiating through her.
"Hi, Alex. Come in."
He handed her a six-pack. "Do you have room in the fridge for these?"
"Sure." She walked in that direction. "I haven't shopped for a couple of weeks so there's nothing but room. Sit down and I'll bring you a bottle."
Alex sat on the sofa. "Are you impressed?" he called to her. "I remembered where to sit.”
She popped a bottle cap free then glanced over her shoulder. "Good choice." Sh e crossed over and handed him a beer. "Here ya go."
He toyed with his collar. "You know, I was ready a lot earlier, but I waited until after seven like we discussed. It took forever for time to pass, and I kept thinking, what's the worst thing that could happen if I came over early? I decided I didn't want you to think I was anxious. Don't want you taking my attention for granted."
She grinned. “For your information, you were a minute late, but I forgive you.” What she really wanted to tell him was that she felt exactly the same way.
His light-blue Polo shirt made his shoulders look particularly broad. She yearned to rest her head against one. Stonewashed Levi's jeans hugged his muscular thighs and outlined a rather large bulge a bit further up. Her face heated as she realized she was staring at his crotch.
Whipping her glance up, she
“So, what would you like to do?" he asked.
"Did you have something special in mind?"
"Just spending time with you, but I'm willing to do whatever you'd like."
"How about you come over to my place and I'll make dinner again." She tried to
sound like the suggestion was fresh and not pre-planned.
"That sounds good to me. What can I bring?"
"Now that I know you aren't a wine person, if you want beer, bring it!"
"What time?"
"How about sevenish?"
" Sevenish? What time is that exactly?"
She chuckled. "Anytime around seven."
"Okay. I'll be there at one minute after." He chuckled.
"My, aren’t you specific. I was giving you some leeway, but now I know exactly when to expect you, so see you then." Despite her attempt at humor, her heart raced with anticipation she couldn’t control.
"Can't wait.” Alex made smacking sounds. “My mouth is already watering."
Cynthia hung up and danced a little jig. Alex had agreed to her idea and she couldn't be more pleased. But she nibbled her bottom lip, recalling his last words. What exactly was he hungry for? Her mother's caution “just one weak moment….” rang loud and clear in her mind. A mere thought of him caused Cynthia to go weak all over…so much for one moment.
***
Cynthia stood at the sink washing Romaine lettuce. The evening's menu consisted of Caesar salad with French bread, and the delicious aroma of broiling chicken breasts replaced the apartment's musty odor. Aware she'd served chicken last time, she hoped he wouldn't notice. Her culinary skills needed vast improvement, especially in meal planning. The difference between cooking for two as opposed to satisfying her own likes didn’t leave much room for variation without a special shopping trip and a fuller wallet.
The table was set and Cynthia was dressed and ready. The clock read five minutes 'til seven, and dinner was almost done. She dried her hands, used her fingers to fluff her hair then perched on the edge of the couch to wait. Despite this not being their first encounter, she had the jitters.
At two minutes past seven, a knock sounded on the door. She jumped to her feet, admonishing herself to slow down and get past the anxiousness that betrayed her feelings at every turn. She glanced down for one final check, making sure she hadn't spilled anything on herself, then sauntered over and opened the door. Still, her fear made her peek past the safety chain before she removed it. His handsome smile greeted her and sent warmth radiating through her.
"Hi, Alex. Come in."
He handed her a six-pack. "Do you have room in the fridge for these?"
"Sure." She walked in that direction. "I haven't shopped for a couple of weeks so there's nothing but room. Sit down and I'll bring you a bottle."
Alex sat on the sofa. "Are you impressed?" he called to her. "I remembered where to sit.”
She popped a bottle cap free then glanced over her shoulder. "Good choice." Sh e crossed over and handed him a beer. "Here ya go."
He toyed with his collar. "You know, I was ready a lot earlier, but I waited until after seven like we discussed. It took forever for time to pass, and I kept thinking, what's the worst thing that could happen if I came over early? I decided I didn't want you to think I was anxious. Don't want you taking my attention for granted."
She grinned. “For your information, you were a minute late, but I forgive you.” What she really wanted to tell him was that she felt exactly the same way.
His light-blue Polo shirt made his shoulders look particularly broad. She yearned to rest her head against one. Stonewashed Levi's jeans hugged his muscular thighs and outlined a rather large bulge a bit further up. Her face heated as she realized she was staring at his crotch.
Whipping her glance up, she
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