I hear the hard, “Knock Knock Knock” of the door. My heart jumps and I smooth the wrinkles from my tight mini dress as I open the door. There he is: standing there, so beautiful and tall, skin was tanned from his long journey and his golden hair softly on his shoulders. He tilts his head downward to look at me, and smiles. I let him in and close the door. He wraps his arms around me and I feel so much tension between our hearts.
Slowly his hands go from the top of my back, down my waist. He stops and holds me art arms length. “Kat, I have missed you so much” and before I could reply his lips are on mine and we are a whirlwind of butterflies. My body ached without him and now it was like pouring honey on a sore throat.
I motioned for the door so we could begin our date but he had other intentions. He stood, broad chested and gorgeous in the way of the door and motioned for the bed. I looked doey eyed at him and played his little game. I sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a smirk. All the while my heart is playing jump rope and I feel like the fizz of champagne.