A bit of a deviation from my usual posts, but this is based on a dream I had. Feedback welcomed!
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His hand reaches past the candle on the table for his wine glass, and as he takes it he softly brushes my fingers, sending shivers up my arm and to my chest.
He takes a sip, eyes locking with mine as his lips taste the red wine.
I can feel my chest rising and falling, somehow out of breath despite sitting perfectly still. Suddenly too hot as he takes another sip, his other hand playing with his tie. I’m desperate for him to finish his glass, but nervous as to what comes to next. I don’t want to do anything wrong.
I barely notice as we pay the bill, and stand to leave. As we walk out, his hand brushes my back and I feel the shivers once again, this time down my spine.
We get in a taxi, all the while he’s cool and calm, while I feel about 100 degrees. It’s not far until we’re back at the hotel, and we pass through the corridors at a pace that feels painfully slow; I want to get back to the room.