As the doorbell vibrates throughout the apartment, I dim the lights and close the door to the restroom. I press play on the ipod dock as I glide past the last two candles. Her radiance is overwhelming, as I invite her in--black heels, black jeans and a black tank top with only one strap and glittering shapes that reflected the candlelight perfectly. Admiring her body makes it hard to close; she notices...and smiles.
"Seems like you're ready," she whispers, as she surveys the room. "What's the special occassion?"
"You," I admit, trying to control myself. She laughs softly, then I continue, "this isn't too much for you is it?"
"I'll let you know. You're doing well so far," she admits.
I offer her a seat and drink and she refuses. Still standing, she makes her way to the couch, turns to me and confesses, "I didn't come over to watch television did I?"
"I figured we'd watch a little later if we tire of the music," I suggest, moving towards her. She's noticeably taller than I am, because of the heels. I lean towards her, grab her arm and pull her gently towards me. She leans down, moving in for a kiss and I whisper, "Stop me now or risk not stopping me at all."
The smile on her face disappears. Taking two steps back from me, she motions to the bedroom and proceeds to walk in. I follow closely for a second. This is very familiar. Then, without thinking I grab her, spin her .body towards mine.
I open the bedroom door and part my lips to speak. Her index finger on her left hand immediately forms a bridge between my two lips. She leans in close to me and whispers, "Stop me now or risk not stopping me at all."
