stained red. The mere mention of 'him' squeezed my heart. I felt at a loss about what to say next and just started to play with my fingers on the table, keeping my head hung low. All I could do was just continue to stare blankly at my twitching thumbs, trying as best as I could not to get emotional.
How did we go from shooting guns and smiling, to some kind of conversation where I almost got into my most recent heartbreak? I didn’t even know why I had brought up Clint’s sex life. It was none of my business who he slept with and how many. It wasn’t my concern, but truth be told, I was intrigued about the guy I met in front of Chagall’s Three Candles , the guy who whisked me off the floor in my apartment and whose eyes didn’t leave mine when he carried me to safety. I needed to try and understand why he was jumping from girl to girl when there was clearly a hint of a romantic heart hidden inside him.
Then Clint did something I didn’t expect. He placed his hands on top of mine and just held them there. He gripped my hands and stroked my fingers with both his thumbs. It was a small gesture of comfort and yet, was so intimate and kind. My fingers stopped moving and froze. My head flicked up to meet his eyes, and there it was again, that feeling of inexplicable warmth and comfort, combined with high intensity craving and desire. I felt my entire body ignite, warming completely to his touch, and I wanted more. I was entertaining thoughts I normally didn’t entertain about someone new. My last relationship developed over time into something more intense, but I was already getting that same intense feeling from Clint, and I knew next to nothing about him. It was kind of blinding and exciting all at once.
The passionate artist in me was screaming to push my limits. She had always taken me to places I didn’t regret. Listening to her, I relaxed my fingers and then flattened my hands so I could turn them and entwine my hands with his. Clint's hands gripped mine hard and simultaneously, we both exhaled.
Oh dear god, wow! What is going on?
He didn’t let go of my hand as we ate and finished our drinks, and we were still holding hands when we left the café.
“I really do like you Norah, I really do,” Clint stated almost unbelievably as we walked through the car park towards my car.
“Well as long as you really do.” I was a bit suspicious about his comment because it sounded like it had a hidden meaning.
“You are just so different to what I thought. I’m a little taken back.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Must be nice to be surprised once in a while.”
He turned me in towards his body staring right into my eyes. “You have no idea. And you are just so beautiful as well, I find it hard to...”
Clint stalled on his words.
“Stop thinking about you.”
I swallowed. I didn’t have a response to that. I couldn’t speak at all. He was doing it again, revealing himself and a side of him I could deeply fall for and taking my breath away.
I let go of his hand and went to open my car door, but he spontaneously grabbed my hips, spun me and lifted me up onto the bonnet of my BMW. My legs instinctively lifted up and wrapped around his waist. We paused, taking in the unique feeling of the erotic and unusual moment that was unfolding between us.
He then slowly pulled my entire body into his grip, wrapping his arms around my back. He lightly grazed my forehead with his lips, and then ran his nose down along my cheek, as if taking in my smell. Then I felt his warm mouth near my ear. “May I kiss you Norah?” Clint said it so softly, like a wisp of a whisper, and without a second thought, I nodded.
His mouth then found mine as soon as I gave him the go ahead, and he began kissing me gently, relishing in the softness of my full lips. He opened his mouth slightly and I returned his kiss, enjoying the moment, allowing the kiss to naturally gain momentum. My mouth opened and our tongues found each other, slowing
How did we go from shooting guns and smiling, to some kind of conversation where I almost got into my most recent heartbreak? I didn’t even know why I had brought up Clint’s sex life. It was none of my business who he slept with and how many. It wasn’t my concern, but truth be told, I was intrigued about the guy I met in front of Chagall’s Three Candles , the guy who whisked me off the floor in my apartment and whose eyes didn’t leave mine when he carried me to safety. I needed to try and understand why he was jumping from girl to girl when there was clearly a hint of a romantic heart hidden inside him.
Then Clint did something I didn’t expect. He placed his hands on top of mine and just held them there. He gripped my hands and stroked my fingers with both his thumbs. It was a small gesture of comfort and yet, was so intimate and kind. My fingers stopped moving and froze. My head flicked up to meet his eyes, and there it was again, that feeling of inexplicable warmth and comfort, combined with high intensity craving and desire. I felt my entire body ignite, warming completely to his touch, and I wanted more. I was entertaining thoughts I normally didn’t entertain about someone new. My last relationship developed over time into something more intense, but I was already getting that same intense feeling from Clint, and I knew next to nothing about him. It was kind of blinding and exciting all at once.
The passionate artist in me was screaming to push my limits. She had always taken me to places I didn’t regret. Listening to her, I relaxed my fingers and then flattened my hands so I could turn them and entwine my hands with his. Clint's hands gripped mine hard and simultaneously, we both exhaled.
Oh dear god, wow! What is going on?
He didn’t let go of my hand as we ate and finished our drinks, and we were still holding hands when we left the café.
“I really do like you Norah, I really do,” Clint stated almost unbelievably as we walked through the car park towards my car.
“Well as long as you really do.” I was a bit suspicious about his comment because it sounded like it had a hidden meaning.
“You are just so different to what I thought. I’m a little taken back.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Must be nice to be surprised once in a while.”
He turned me in towards his body staring right into my eyes. “You have no idea. And you are just so beautiful as well, I find it hard to...”
Clint stalled on his words.
“Stop thinking about you.”
I swallowed. I didn’t have a response to that. I couldn’t speak at all. He was doing it again, revealing himself and a side of him I could deeply fall for and taking my breath away.
I let go of his hand and went to open my car door, but he spontaneously grabbed my hips, spun me and lifted me up onto the bonnet of my BMW. My legs instinctively lifted up and wrapped around his waist. We paused, taking in the unique feeling of the erotic and unusual moment that was unfolding between us.
He then slowly pulled my entire body into his grip, wrapping his arms around my back. He lightly grazed my forehead with his lips, and then ran his nose down along my cheek, as if taking in my smell. Then I felt his warm mouth near my ear. “May I kiss you Norah?” Clint said it so softly, like a wisp of a whisper, and without a second thought, I nodded.
His mouth then found mine as soon as I gave him the go ahead, and he began kissing me gently, relishing in the softness of my full lips. He opened his mouth slightly and I returned his kiss, enjoying the moment, allowing the kiss to naturally gain momentum. My mouth opened and our tongues found each other, slowing
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