I watched him from across the gym. Trying hard not to stare.
We had just gotten done with a particularly brutal workout.
He was still laying on the floor. His chest was heaving. He body covered in sweat.
I was kneeling and trying to catch my breath.
I couldn’t help but stare.
I watched him get up. His shirtless body on display.
I could feel myself get red. I looked down at the ground. Where his legs appeared directly in front of me. He hit my pony tail with his hand lightly.
My eyes traveled up his body to his smiling face.
“Good job today” he said grinning at me
“Likewise”
” Hey are we still doing that movie marathon this weekend?”
My stomach knotted. Ahhh..yes. My lapse in judgement. My hysterical moment at 1am. Where I decided to text him and ask if he would join me for my annual watching of all the SW movies. What was I thinking?
” Yes. Well at least I will be. ” He looked at me for a second
” Text me your address. I’ll see you Friday night. We can start the marathon off right. I’ll bring some steaks to grill”
I nodded and off he went.
What the fuck was I doing.
I could feel the tension radiating off his body.
I was in no way ready for this weekend.
I hadn’t had sex in almost two years. Not by choice mind you. I suddenly got panicked. What if nothing happens..what if he rejects me…what if all of a sudden I’m terrible at sex?
All the time alone with my fantasies..and now..maybe It would be real. And here I am panicking.