Thread: [KylarStern & Tortoise] Dancing With Myself;;

He was grinning too by now, happy that she hadn??t withdrawn from all the suggestive banter or decided to cancel the date. She was playing along and it was getting rather uncomfortable in places he didn??t care to mention just yet. He looked away with embarrassment writ all over his face, trying to get his composure back. Even such silly talk between them was starting to turn him on. But what clearly encouraged him was that she wasn??t totally unaffected herself, he could tell. He fidgeted in his chair trying to find a slightly less ??constricting?? position, stretching out his leg hoping it would help. Unfortunately as he did so, his foot lightly brushed her leg and immediately he was filled with concern, afraid he might have hurt her. When she did not flinch, he relaxed a little, but kept his foot right next to hers. It was a silly thing but that inconspicuous physical contact, felt oddly good to him. All sorts of inappropriate images were flashing through his mind? images of them, naked and sweaty in each other??s arms? and it really wasn??t helping his situation much. He realized that she wasn??t far from affected herself. He remembered the way she bit her lower lip when she was nervous or? and he smiled. She was clearly not nervous just then. Not about being here with him. So that could only mean that she was probably thinking something along the same lines as he was, and he averted his gaze with a mischievous look as he lightly rubbed her leg with his. Playing footsie at their age?!! He shook his head a little, trying to grapple with idea that she could affect him so profoundly. He had always harbored a secret desire that they??d run into each again someday. But this was surely not how he had pictured it would be. He had imagined it might be uncomfortable and a lot more formal. But here they were, teasing each other like not a day had passed. Like nothing much had changed between them. And he found himself hoping again. There was still attraction here? and maybe more. She was giggling and the sound was music to his ears. ??I am proud of you Dee?? he said with a smile, ???in more ways than I think you realize.? It was true that she couldn??t cook much, in the old days. But that hadn??t really mattered. He wasn??t a complete klutz in the kitchen. And somehow, they had seemed to complement each other at every turn. Made for each other, he thought ruefully. Suddenly, all the time they had lost weighed heavier on his mind. They were perfect together. He knew he could never be happier with another woman, or even AS happy. She was the only one, for him. He grinned when she couldn??t finish the burger, she never could. He on the other hand was a big eater. And whenever they went out, she had the habit of dumping stuff in his plate. It was almost reflex when he reached out took her plate with a grin saying, ??Here let me help you with that.? It was just like old times and he nearly stopped himself. But then went ahead and took a bite. ??I'm glad we met too?? he said and reached for her hand, ???you have no idea how much I??ve missed you, Dee.? He wasn??t ashamed to admit it now. He was happy? hell, he was on cloud nine! But her comment about classes quickly brought him back to reality. He glanced at his watch and realized that he hadn??t noticed it was getting late. Time had flown by and he was almost disappointed. ??Yes, we better get back soon. And don??t worry? it gets easier once you get into the groove of things? he said about the classes and the course work. He took the papers from her and started to get up, ??But we should be getting back?