A Valentine’s Day Surprise
Did she just ask me to be her Valentine?
Wow, this night is going so different that he had thought. He was simply sneaking in for a quick peek at the woman he secretly loves. He was comfortable just knowing that she is safe and happy. But now he is sitting with her, she is buying him drinks and directing him to check out her new heels, and her breasts . . . oops, I mean her necklace; and now she has her hand on his hand and could be asking him to be her Valentine.
She looks so incredible in this light. Her skin glistens, her eyes sparkle, and her perfume soaks his senses. He remembers their moments together; holding her in his arms, caressing her body, the taste of her soft skin and the emotions she brings to life inside of him.
REMAIN CALM SCOTTY BOY!
He collected his thoughts for a moment and finally came upon an answer.
“Well Becca, since I’m not seeing anyone special, and since it is only fate that brought us together here tonight (He chuckles to himself) then I would be honored to have you as my Valentine if you want to be.”
Ok, he had put it out there. He had made the big commitment. He had either set himself up for appearing to be a prince charming or the butt of her jokes for the next calendar year. He looked directly into her brown eyes, trying to anticipate her response. It had been less than a second, but father time had shut down in his world. He felt her squeeze the top of his hand and . . .
“I would love to be your Valentine Scott!”
Those words damn near sent him off into outer space. He saw fireworks in his mind, like the biggest 4th of July show anyone could ever imagine. His heart was racing so fast that if he was hooked up to a heart monitor the doctors would be injecting him with all kinds of stuff to slow it down. This was one of those moments in life a person never forgets.
Moments like this are few and far between. Some people never get to have one. Some people never realize that it is happening. But not him. He knows that this moment will be etched in his soul for an eternity. He knows that even as he parades around in heaven many years from now, that this moment will still be as fresh in his heart as it is now.
Maybe that is what love really is.
“Sure Becca” he managed to mouth the words, “But can I ask you something?”
Where in the hell did that come from? He was all primed and set to spend Valentine’s Eve with the most amazing, beautiful and sexy woman he ever met. He was sitting with the woman he romanced in his mind daily. He was in a moment, a moment that he was controlling. It was a moment that he could make last for hours; or an eternity.
How in the heck did those words slip out? He suddenly felt like such a fuck up.
He watched as her expression changed slightly. She went from extremely confidant to mildly confused. He just may have ruined everything . . . again! His heart plummeted to the floor in anticipation. He thought about some other stupid question he could ask like, “So why did your dad pick those shoes?” But even though he knew he had screwed up, part of him (a tiny part DEEP inside of him) was cheering the position he was in right now.
She leaned in towards him, he guessed so she could hear his question clearly.
“Ask me anything.” Was her reply.
He panicked for a moment. He again contemplated his position, remembering how he had screwed this up once before. He remembered all the pain and agony that he had suffered through before. He definitely couldn’t survive a second screw up of that magnitude. A mere 5 minutes ago he never would have considered asking this question. He never would have imagined being in this position either.
Yet the question was out there.
But he also thought that he may never have this chance again. He figured that this was his one chance to “swing for the fence” as opposed to taking the pitch and always wondering what if. He suddenly couldn’t figure out why the word LOVE is such a difficult word to share. Everyone loves, and everyone wants to be loved. So why couldn’t people share this word to describe their emotions without being scoffed at and ridiculed? But he had to ask it in the right way. He had to give himself a loop hole to get out if it all blows up in his face. . again.
“Becca, I came here tonight just to have a quick drink (Yes, he was still lying) and yet I ran into you. My first instinct was to run and hide because of what happened the last time we talked. I didn’t think you ever wanted to talk to me again. So I guess my question is did something change or was I just mistaken?”
The mildly confused look on her face turned into more of a concerned look instantly. His emotions were at a peak. It was as if his entire well being hinged on the next words to come out of her mouth. And suddenly, that little part deep inside of him was hiding. He had wanted to know, but now he worried that it may have been a mistake. And with every beat of his heart this fear grew. Fortunately his heart was beating at a thousand beats a second, so time wasn’t really ticking away as fast as he felt it was.
She reached out her other hand, slipping it underneath his and locking her fingers in his hand. She leaned closer towards him and gently kissed his cheek.
“Why don’t we just enjoy tonight right now? I promise to answer your question tomorrow. But for tonight, let’s just forget the past year and enjoy what we used to have. Maybe we can find it again?” She whispered.
It wasn’t an admission of love on her part, but it was an invitation for something. He placed his free hand on her cheek and softly kissed her lips. It reminded him of the passionate and sensuous kisses that they had shared in the past. It was romantic, sweet and the perfectly gentle Valentine’s kiss.
But it apparently wasn’t enough for her. As he began to pull back, she released his hand and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him back to her lips. The moment their lips met her tongue slid past his lips and began searching his mouth. His tongue met hers as he turned his head to the side and kissed her deeply. He still had one hand on her face, and he had moved the other cautiously to her thigh.
She lowered one of her hands, finding his hand on her lap, and sliding it slowly up her thigh. Her dress slid up with his hand. He went from fearful to completely aroused in a flash. She moaned quietly as his hand maneuvered higher up her thigh.
But he remembered that he was in a public place, and this definitely wasn’t the time or place for this type of behavior. He slowly ended their kiss without moving his face from in front of hers. He wrapped both arms around her and slowly opened his eyes to meet hers gazing back at him.
“I think I’d like to be alone with you, is that ok?” she whispered.
“Sure” he answered, “I know a quiet Chinese place nearby where we can have a private dinner together.”
She smiled amusingly at him. “I’m seriously not interested in dinner tonight. I am interested in being with you . . . . alone . . . . and getting wild like we never have before.”
He heard every word. She didn’t say that she wanted to be with “just anyone”. She specifically said that she wanted to be with HIM. Then another thought hit him! She said she “wanted to get wild”. He was so aroused at this moment. But in an instant he began thinking about his wants and needs. Yes, he definitely would enjoy “getting wild” with her. But he feared it would make him want more, the whole “kit and caboodle” so to speak.
Was this an offer for a new type of relationship? He could happily share his body with her for one night, but would he be able to let her walk away without sharing his life? Would he be able to down shift from a night of romance, pleasure and passion to simply being her buddy tomorrow? Should he discuss this with her now?
Gosh he needed to get laid!
He took her hand in his as he stepped off of the bar stool.
“I know just the right place” he replied, “So let’s go make this Valentine’s Eve memorable!”
They walked out the door side by side with her head on his shoulder as they gazed at each other.
To Be Continued
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