The Contact
Cuddling my head on his broad chest, he asked. “Did you forget your eyes at home?”
I felt hot, either from embarrassment or from the contact, I couldn’t discern. I blushed and pulled out of his embrace. Being at least two foot taller; I looked up to give him a piece of my mind, but the word stuck in my throat as I gazed at him spellbound instead.
He has the most arresting smile I have ever seen on a man’s face. The face! labeling it handsome, would be too shallow to describe the chiseled cheekbones, the straight and slightly
big nose, a big sinuous mouth; sinfully tempting, and eyes with laughter lines, all proportionately arranged and placed on top a brawny neck and shoulders.
His features were perfectly crafted and well arranged; long limbs, strong and lithe body build, maybe kept in shape by constant visits to a gym. He was beautiful through and through, but in a masculine way.
My brain went into high gear and I stared, lost in two pools of brown eyes dancing with mirth.
“I thought you left your eyes behind, Seems I was wrong.” He chuckled.
I start. Goodness me! What was I thinking, lusting after a man in public glare? I smiled brightly to cover my embarrassment at being caught staring.
“Sorry I was just disoriented.” I looked around and noted the angry faces; we have caused a mild obstruction at the entrance.
“Mind if we get out of the way for others.” I said fully recovered.
“Not at all.” He stepped back into the supermarket and I followed.
“Oops! Thought you’re on your way out?” I asked eyes dancing with humour.
He arched his brow, looked me over with dense interest like a hunter on prowl, inspecting his pry. Probably, he liked what he saw, for he smiled appreciatively. Without being conceited I would say I’m easy on the eyes, though not counting my less than average height.
“Pretty woman, I was supposed to be.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Quelling my excitement, I asked. “Did you forget something behind?”
He laughed uproariously.
“Or…. a change of plan?” I quipped further.
Rather than an answer, he shook his head, looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face exploded into another dazzling smile. “Seems you made me forget my common sense.”
Talk of common sense; I wondered who was more affected by our contact.
“You know something?” he asked, the smile still playing at the corners of his gorgeous mouth.
Vigorously I shook my head. “Mind if I tag along while you do your shopping?” he asked with raised brow.
I hesitated.
“We can get to know ourselves better in the process, since the admiration is mutual.”
His irresistible smile and penetrating look melted away any resistant I might put up. But then, I had to play female because it’s unladylike to give in easily.
“Hmm… let’s … see.” I closed my eyes in pretended deep thought; meanwhile, my heart was doing a Yo-Yo dance. When I opened them, he was watching me with a wide grin.
I smiled brightly. “Okay, you’re allowed to tag along.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to say no.” he said confidently, eyes twinkling.
“Chauvinist.” I jabbed at his chest playfully.
“Pretty, I was only being honest.”
Of course! He was, but I didn’t want to be reminded he overawed me. Though I would say it was mutual, I searched my heart for the right label for this seemingly chemistry between us; mutual lust or mutual attraction; It’s too early to call it love. However, whichever it was, we’re in it together. I eyed him shrewdly from beneath my lashes.
He stretched fort his right hand and with a slight bow, said. “The name is Michael.”
The long hairy hand and fingers with well kept nails caught my eyes and I wondered why everything about him has to be this perfect and arresting.
I took an inaudible breath, to bring my over active mind to order, as I accepted the proffered hand. “My name is Debora but friends call me Debby.”
“Hmm, that sounds like Teddy, as in Teddy bear; cuddle-some.”
I snatched my hand away. Men always find me cuddly-able, because of my petite size. “Don’t dare.” I warned, waving my index finger at him. He laughed and raised both hands up in surrender.
I turned, with springs on my footsteps; I zestfully picked a basket as I moved towards the shelves, with my new found Romeo fast on my heels.
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