I stood slightly against the wall, swaying gently to the music and trying unsuccessfully to ignore the pain in my feet from the heels I decided to wear.
I swear time stood still when I saw him, just like in the movies. My heart vibrated instantly for him. My friend poked my leg and I turned to look at her to confirm what my eyes had seen.
“Why does he look like…..? Isn’t that…? Did he see you?”
I shook my head, denying what my heart was trying to tell me.
He stopped in his tracks and stared intently into my eyes. I stared back, as if trying to send him extra-sensory perception signals. I cocked my head to one side and still he stared. I couldn’t read the look on his face and my heart graduated from a mild vibration to a thundering pounding.
He turned to walk away and my heart sank. It must not be him, I told myself, wanting almost to chase after him to confirm this.
He stopped again, slightly further away than his last stop and turned to look at me a second time. This time I took in his stature, his eyes, his mouth, the colour of his skin, the coat which was not unfamiliar to me, the dress shoes…
I looked deep in his eyes and smiled. I was sure. He didn’t look like he was sure.
He walked over quickly.
“Is that you?”
I couldn’t speak. I nodded my head.
“What are you doing here?”, he asked.
“Same thing you are.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Since 11 p.m. You?”
“I got here at 12”.
He was smiling. I was smiling. We were in our own world. Everything around me was a blur.
“I didn’t know if it was you. You look”, he paused to look me over, “different”.
I looked at his mouth, waiting, anticipating, darting my eyes back and forth in the crowd, throwing all dignity and shame with the bass of the music.
I grabbed his head and kissed his mouth. He kissed me back and instantly pressed his body up against mine. He reached in between my legs.
He nuzzled my neck. I took in his scent and let it fill my head completely, elation settling in.
“You’re so warm”, he breathed in my ear.
“I can’t believe you’re here. Why didn’t I see you sooner? I can’t believe this is happening.”
“You wrote about this”, he reminded me.
“I wrote about this!! I wrote about this”, I almost screamed out loud.
There was no doubt of the glint I saw in his eyes.
He kissed me again, keeping his hand in between my legs. His eyes remained open and on me. I know this because my eyes remained open and on him.
“I need to use the washroom”, he said.
“No. I’ll stay here”.
“Come with”, he demanded, placing small yet convincing kisses on my mouth.
I walked ahead of him, completely oblivious to any pain in my feet at this moment and walked into the washroom. I went directly into the nearest free stall.
He followed within seconds and put one hand in between my legs again, one hand on my throat and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me passionately, reawakening every last nerve in my body. Within seconds, I had fallen in love with him all over again.
This was the sexiest kiss I have ever experienced…
and it happened 3 days ago.