Love Ridden

I don’t waste a moment before I wrap my arms around her and pull her inside. Holding her close to me, I can feel her body settle into mine and just how perfect we fit together. In just a week, I have forgotten how small she feels to me. I could almost wrap myself around more than once. My hands brush up and down her back as I sway back and forth with her in my arms. I have missed her so much. Closing my eyes, I savor the sensation of her against me and I breathe her in. She smells amazing, like always. Whatever it is, it is sweet and crisp and it is among my favorite things in the world.

Once I finally let her go, I close the door. I take her things from her hand, set by them down and help her with her coat, hanging it next to mine, the place it belongs. “You look beautiful…” I say, meaning every word of it and my words make her blush. “…As always.”

I watch her take her shoes off and make herself comfortable. I love how at home she feels here. Our places may be totally different, but we are the same in so many little ways. There is a bowl next to her front door that she uses to catch her keys and here she puts them in the same spot here. Her shoes sit by the front door, next to a pair of my own. Going to my fridge, she grabs a beer and then reaches for the bottle opener. She knows where it is not because she has been here so many times, but because it’s in the same spot at her place. We are so much alike. I wonder if she saw it as quickly as I did? If she can see just how perfect we would be together?
I watch her take a drink, watch her lips wrap themselves around the bottle. I have never wished to be a damn bottle of beer more in my life. Her lips are something I dream of almost every night. They look soft and sometimes they have this pouty look. I reach up and snag the bottle from her, hoping she will make that adorable pout lipped face. My wish is granted when she crinkles her eyebrows together and sticks out her bottom lip.

“Hey….I was drinking that…” She whines, playfully.

I take a long swig, hoping it will help cool my blood. Otherwise, I’m going to be confessing all my feelings by the end of the night. “Well, I’ve commandeered it…” I take another drink. She just rolls her eyes and grabs another.

I decide I’d better start making dinner. My hands need a distraction. My brain needs to think about something other than kissing her. I start to saute the peppers and onions for the fajitas I have planned. The aroma that fills the kitchen makes my mouth water and I’m doing a fine job of not thinking of her standing just behind me. I know she is watching me, but I don’t know what she is thinking and it's killing me.

"It smells delicious…" Her words pull me right back to her. It makes me smile.

I look back at her and I can’t stop myself from what I’m about to do, but in all honesty I don't want to stop myself. I stir the peppers and pull one from the pan. I blow on it so it won’t be too hot for her and then I bring it to her lips. “Taste it…” I say as I gently feed it to her. My fingers barely graze her mouth, but it sends a shock to my system. Something about tonight.

Something about her. Something is making me want to throw caution to the wind and take her lips as mine. Right now, right here, one little sign is all I need, one tiny inkling that she feels the same. Looking at her, I try again to read her thoughts, but her face is a mask. I lick my fingers instead. I'll have to settle for the idea of her.

I let out a low laugh, my attempt at sounding normal and I continue cooking dinner for the girl of my dreams.

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