a walk in the city.

Some days, a walk in the city is just what you need…

……“You’re blushing,” he said.
……“I am not,” she insisted.
……“Yes… you are…” He stopped suddenly, almost causing a pile-up of pedestrians behind them on the sidewalk. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face the shop window beside them. “See… blushing,” he said. She stared into the window but not at her own reflection. She looked at his mirrored face in the glass. And he looked at hers. “You are blushing.”
……She took a deep breath and spun around. The way he smiled at her – the smile she could see in his eyes – melted her insides. He gently pushed the hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Slowly, he leaned closer to her and took her face in his hands. Her heart pounded furiously. She desperately wanted to stop being afraid, but logic screamed inside her head.
……It will never work. We are simply not possible. God, he is so close to me. He smells like coffee and heaven. Why can’t I just let go?
……Already hating herself for it, she let her head win. “I don’t think I’m really blushing,” she said. “It must be the sun or…”
……With his mouth barely a breath from hers, he spoke in a whisper. “Shut up.”
……He knew she was scared, but he couldn’t hold back for one more second. His barely-parted lips touched hers gently, as if asking permission for more. When she lifted her hands to his chest and grasped the collar of his jacket, he had his answer. He pulled her head closer, and when her lips parted for a breath, he snuck his tongue between them.
……She heard him moan into her mouth and she needed to hear it again. She took control, teasing his lips with her tongue and her teeth. When he moaned again, deeper than before, she released his jacket and grabbed his face in her hands. They tasted and tangled, every touch mixed with tiny gasps for air. Her fear magically disappeared. Everything disappeared. The entire city around them – car engines and horns, people rushing up and down the sidewalk, the rumble of subway trains below – all of it, gone.
……Hearts racing madly, their mouths finally separated. He still touched her face and she still touched his. He gently leaned his forehead against hers while their panting breaths mingled in the tiny space between them.
……“Oh God,” she whispered, unable to say anything more.
……His thumbs ran slowly over her warm cheeks. “You are definitely blushing.” He pulled her mouth back to his for sweet little kisses.
……“Maybe I believe you now,” she conceded.
……He smiled and touched a finger to her lips. “Was that okay?”
……“Yes… definitely okay.”
……“God, I didn’t think you were ever going to let me kiss you.”
……“But I’ve wanted it the whole time.”
……“Does that mean I can do it again?”

© 2015 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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17 Responses to a walk in the city.

  1. Pingback: a walk in the city. (reblog) | what sandra thinks

  2. It’s a great scene. You should just keep going!


  3. Sigh. That was romantic and delicious. Smiles.

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  4. Well written Sandra. An enticing read.

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  5. Anonymous says:

    I was blushing….at Discount Tires awaiting my car to be fixed! 😉

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  6. Wandering Soul says:

    Good you reblogged this. Enjoyed reading it.

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  7. How romantic! It seems like it’s been ages since I’ve been kissed like that!

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  10. Naya Cherise says:

    I really enjoyed reading this!

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