And if it was possible, if I was lucky enough for it to be true, the last few times I’ve gotten close to her the brown pools of her eyes darkened slightly, like brewed coffee rippling in a white cup with new emotion. She looked to the side and tried to hide the heat she felt between us but I saw that glimpse of lust, that moment of seduction. And in that moment, our relationship evolved, changed from a purely innocent dating scenario to something a whole lot more edgy. My gaze on her changed from the initial doe eyed infatuation to a burning glare more lust than crush, more desire than I ever expected to have to contain. It was unnerving and addictive at once. So that’s when my mouth decided to release some of this newfound attraction with words. I walked in after her and not because I watched her while I stalked through the backyard while she removed her shoes and socks at the backdoor while bending over. No, it had nothing to do with that. I closed the door and had no choice but to take in the scene before me. She lay face down on the shiny wood floors. I’m sure she had some motive other than torturing me but I couldn’t figure one out. And here she was sprawled out on the floor moaning and sighing every time she turned her face one side or the other. I wanted to pull her up by the belt loops of her pants and tell her to never ever do that again in front of any specimen of the male species, again, ever, never. “What I wouldn’t give to be that floor right now.”
