I must’ve replayed tonight in my mind over a dozen times, trying to find the words to describe the feelings dwelling in me from that dwindling kiss on my lips.
I’ll admit I bit down on his lip hoping right then and there that he would push me against my car and pull my hair back exposing my neck to the rain and his lips… As he pulled away, a smile over his face, he bid me farewell and a safe drive home.
I walked in the door to my husband passed out in bed, and curious cats wandering around almost to ask of my whereabouts. After giving them food, I stared at my phone hoping some message was there waiting for me. I decided not to wait and messaged him, asking if he got home okay. There was a question burning deep in my soul that I just had to ask.. Why didn’t he take me then and there? He had me weak and vulnerable.
“Oh, I thought about it, you very nearly ended up on your knees in the parking lot”