She took a deep breath as she prepared to meet him. Smiling a little, she slid into his car, and greeted him, with kisses on both cheeks. His physical presence alone was satisfying and she felt comfortable immediately. It probably had something to do with his eyes, but she forced herself not to stare as they made their way through the city.
She was desperate to touch him, but fought to restrain herself. It was impossible to keep from touching his arm; his back; his leg. As per usual, the conversation was endless and she wished she could pause time. It always passed too quickly when they were together. It had been that way since the very beginning.
Her body craved his, and the chocolate colour of his eyes made her want to devour him. Still, despite her conscience attempts to restrain herself, she found her hands reaching out to touch him. Silently, she cursed herself repeatedly.
The time ticked by and too soon she was sliding back into his car. As he drove, she thought back to the brief instance when he kissed her cheek in the café. She had wanted to pull him into her, so she could taste him one more time. It had been so long since she had felt his tongue…