Embrace At Midnight

 

Three weeks passed before I saw him again. This time, he caught my eye and smiled. I was surprised; he had been paying attention to me, studying me. I’d known this through a friend—she was more excited at the prospect of us getting to know each other. My curiosity had grown, and I had also found out how much older he actually was.

There he was again, only this time he didn’t just turn and smile; he came straight toward me. He stood close, allowing me to take in his tall, imposing frame—easily over 6 feet. His voice sent shivers down my spine: deep, smooth, and captivating.

I found myself developing a crush, despite my initial reservations. His physical attractiveness was matched by his voice, a potent combination. I hesitated to share my phone number, thinking he might lose interest or that I would. But I was wrong!

As we talked, I discovered we had a lot in common. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, like we’d known each other for years. His laughter was infectious, making me feel carefree. Time seemed to pass quickly, and it was just over a month before we spent the night together for the first time.

That night unfolded unexpectedly. It was a Friday, and we had initially planned on having a date over the phone. The idea excited me so much; I couldn’t wait to talk to him. We decided to sip wine during our call. Our conversations were deep, yet it felt easy to open up to him, and him to me.

All the while, I was aware of how aroused I was. I wanted him, not just there with me, but I wanted to feel him deeply.

A spur-of-the-moment decision had him on his way to me. I wasn’t thinking clearly—I was intoxicated and in disbelief. What was I doing? It was a little past midnight, and yet there I was. I felt a bit ashamed, but there was no regret. I hurriedly freshened up, and before I could finish getting dressed, there was a knock at the door. I remember feeling butterflies in my chest as I walked toward it.

The air instantly thickened with tension as he pulled me close, giving me the hug he’d been promising for weeks. I held on to him, standing on my tiptoes, savoring his scent. His hand brushed up and down my spine, skillfully feeling out my lower back. The sensation sent shivers through me. Without thinking, I leaned in, and our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss.

We broke apart, gasping for air. Our eyes searched each other’s, the question unspoken: What’s happening? The answer came in the silence. We didn’t need words. I led him to the bedroom, where the view of the night was absolutely stunning. We stared out at the sky for a while. I was trying to keep a bit of distance, but his hands found mine, pulling me close. Our bodies aligned, the space between us disappearing.