when she knew.

grand central station

“When did you know?” he asked. His fingers gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

“When did I know what?” She knew exactly what he was after but she made him work for it. And she made him smile.

“Oh honey. You know what I mean. When did you know you… wanted me?”

Her smile became a soft laugh. “Well, I wanted you the day we met. I was not expecting all of this…” She ran her fingers slowly up his body from his waist to his heart. “I thought I was going to spend the afternoon lugging furniture and boxes up four flights by myself.”

“And then you tried to impale me.” He laughed at her.

“Hey! That was an accident.”

“I have a scar!”

“Maybe you should have been paying attention to the crazy girl blindly climbing the stairs with a chair.”

“I was paying attention,” he said. “That was the problem.”

She blushed and slid her hand to his neck. “And I always thought you helped me move in because you were kind and sweet…”

“I am kind and sweet.” He laughed softly. “And I’m also a man.”

She smiled. “Yes, you are. A damn gorgeous kind and sweet man… which is why I wanted you about five seconds after we met.” She kissed his mouth. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

“I want to know when you fell in love.”

“Grand Central Station.”

“What?”

“I had to leave. Grandpa died and I had to leave the city. You knew I was a mess. You wanted to come with me but you had finally landed that interview. It was important. I couldn’t let you miss it. So I snuck out.”

“But I couldn’t let you go alone. I snuck out, too.”

She covered his cheek with her hand. “I stood in that station, staring at nothing, people hurrying all around me, and I was alone. Until you magically appeared next to me.”

“It wasn’t magic,” he said, “it was a lot of running and yelling at my driver.”

A tiny laugh fell from her smile. “It was magic. And I fell in love with you.”

“I fell in love with you, too. Before that afternoon at Grand Central.”

“When?”

“I will tell you…” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Later…”

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–Posted for Writing 101: day 4

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, 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 Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, 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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12 Responses to when she knew.

  1. Tiegan says:

    Not an everyday conversation to have. A very meaningful story 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I wasn’t sure where that would go, but it was a beautiful story and really sucked me in!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. emily says:

    The conversation spiraled down perfectly, I really enjoyed the story. You have a knack for dialogue.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Grandtrines says:

    Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology.

    Like

  5. Vibrant says:

    You write so well.

    It is a lovely story!

    Thanks for sharing. I am going to share it on social media.

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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