Your friend told you it was supposed to be a birthday party. You know you didn't want to be there, crowds of people were the last thing you needed. Without commitment, you nod and smile your way through the crowd to stand against the wall. You see him sitting across the room, and your eyes are suddenly riveted to that spot.
Blonde curls frame a well-chiseled jaw. Highly defined cheeks support eyes so blue you could almost see the whole room clearly reflected in pools of clear water. His shirt frames broad shoulders that Atlas could be jealous of, with a chest you know you would be hard pressed to get your arms around. His jeans, you notice, hide nothing. You wonder why he isn't arrested for sporting a basket that Little Red Riding Hood couldn't lift.
He is a god. So perfect you know he has to be either stupid or an asshole. What is his name? Is he single? It doesn't matter what the answers are, though, because you know you are hooked. Another pretty face has walked in and you have fallen. Is he different than others? Does he realize what a man he is, or does he possess modesty with everything else? If he has an I.Q. over 50 you know there is no justice.
You can't even get up the guts to go talk to him, introduce yourself. You can see it in your mind, know your mouth works, can even feel the strength in his handshake, but your feet won't move. So all you end up doing is going home, unfulfilled, alone.
You go on with your daily life but that face, hell, that body floats through your mind every chance you pause. Could your friend clue you in to who it is? Probably, and a whole lot of other dirty details. Your friend knows who you're talking about right off the bat. The stud's name is Mark. He just recently broke up with his lover of two years. Stupid mistake on the lover's part as far as you're concerned. Mark doesn't go out much, so there isn't a lot to say about him socially. He did ask about you though. Asked for your number just the other day.
Now you are on Cloud Nine. He asked for your number! He wanted to call you! What a feeling! This could be something! He's smart from what people say, sounds secure, and is handsome beyond your wildest dream. You wonder what he will say when he calls, what his voice sounds like. Does he have one of those deep voices that tickles your ear every time he whispers your name? You know, the kind of voice that makes your dick stand up just when he tells you what he wants to do. You close your eyes and you can almost feel those arms, gentle strength pushing the tension out of your back.
Subtle hands that massage your cares beyond the mind, focusing you on the moment. The moment when his lips gently graze the back of your neck, like a gentle breeze that carries you across oceans of time. You see how your bodies fit together so well, moving as one. The passion can sweep through you again and again like the tides, lifting and falling til all that remains is you and him. All that remains, you and him. Sigh. If he calls.
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