Leaning on a counter, enjoying the light. Moving to the glass doors, about to open them, thinking, might trigger an alarm, to hell with it, opening them anyway. The interior silence swept aside, buffeting wind and calls of seagulls. Stepping, leaning against the railing, watching the river.
Thinking, stay here Carol and it’ll be hard not to kiss that pretty sunflecked face. Better give it time. Man’s most insoluble question, seize the day, or wait until the fruit’s ripe and ready to pluck. An instinct whispering, she wants to run this at her pace, don’t upset this delicious sexual tension.
Saying, how about taking a walk, it’s such a great day, we can maybe cross the bridge to Battersea Park, maybe come back here for tea if we feel like it later. Carol agreeing, grabbing her coat.
About to leave, Carol leading, turning round, looking at me. Hey R, can I ask you something? Sure. Um, would you mind, well, kissing me. Looking down, then up, her eyes showing unsureness, seeing me smiling at her, smiling back, looking beautiful.
Reaching out for her hand, pulling her toward me as at a dance, twirling her around, her body moving naturally to the imagined music’s rhythm. Drawing her in, lowering my face, kissing her throat. The dance stopping, both of us still. My hand behind her head, feeling its shape beneath soft hair, feeling her hand behind my neck.
Kissing, soft lips parted and tongues touching. Overwhelmed by new taste and textures, Blood heavy in my head and hands and body. The world empty of sound and time. Just Carol and me, kissing.
Drawing apart, Carol’s hand straightening her hair, readjusting to the world. Phew, R, I needed that, been wondering how to ask since before Mexico, spent lonely nights dreaming about it. Hey, let’s go on that walk, no more kissing just now, we won’t be able to stop.
