fiction friday 52: tell me. (take 2)

fiction friday.

A little piece of a little piece posted last April. Taken from a longer story I originally wrote in 2002. 

tell me.


“You go first.”


“Tell me something about you.”

She smiled and stared down at her hands on her lap. “I hate that you’re not holding my hand.” She sighed anxiously and lifted her eyes to his. And his smile was perfect.

He reached onto her lap and took one of her hands in his. He brought it to his lips and softly kissed it.

Their eyes met once again as he rested their clasped hands on his lap. He silently stared with a sweet smile until she broke the silence.

“Your turn.” Her voice was soft and shy.

“Oh… you want to know something about me?”


With barely a moment of thought, he spoke. “I like sitting on the beach in the dark… with your hand in mine.”

She smiled and felt her cheeks warm. “My turn again?”

He nodded and gave her hand a squeeze. And he smiled at her adorable shy blush.

“I love the look in your eyes when you smile at me.”

With his free hand, he reached up to her face and gently brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “When you smile, your whole face lights up. It’s beautiful.”

“Yours, too.”

“Hey!” He laughed softly. “I think that’s cheating!”

“Maybe.” She struggled to keep her heart from quitting. She loved that he couldn’t take his eyes from hers. And she loved that he seemed to lean closer and closer to her with every breath and every word.

“You know what I want to know?” Still his fingers still touched her face.

“What?” No more worrying about her heart stopping. She could feel it racing.

“I want to know,” he nearly whispered, letting his thumb trace her lips, “if your mouth tastes as sweet and beautiful as it looks.”

She could barely breathe, let alone speak. The best she could do was sigh his name.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered. “Please tell me you want me to kiss you.”

Desperate to catch her breath, she searched for words. Her lips parted, but only breath escaped. She tried again, sighing softly before finally whispering to him. “I want you to kiss me… please.”

almost kiss.

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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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24 Responses to fiction friday 52: tell me. (take 2)

  1. Not to steal a line from 50 First Dates, but, there’s nothing like a first kiss. 😊

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Marquessa says:

    As usual…love it. 😊

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Meg Sorick says:

    Dreamy! Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Kay says:

    Love this, too!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Miriam says:

    Awww, I wanted this to keep going. You really caught the emotion. Beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

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