he chucked all caution to the wind.
He wanted to take it slow, but rush things at the same time.
She was everything to him.
The years of imagining her kiss, paled in comparison to the real thing!
He needed to check his fricken hormones, or he would fuck this up and scare her off.
He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair again, then walked back into the kitchen.
She looked up with a slight smile, then nodded to the rest of the tarts. He smiled his thank you for the distraction from her lips.
***
We finished up at 6pm, and I sighed as we both stood back and surveyed the food.
“You think it’s enough?” I asked, and he frowned slightly.
“Seems, if not, oh well.” he laughed, and I nodded smiling.
“I guess I better get. I need to wash up and change.” he commented, and I nodded again.
“Okay, then I guess I’ll see ya when you get back.” I smiled, he nodded, pulled me to him, and gently kissed my lips.
“Remember, you said anything I wanted.” he reminded me softly against my lips, and I nodded slightly. His grin widened, and he went out the door.
My entire body tingled, just at the thought.
I wasn’t that naïve.
I had a pretty good idea what he would ask for.
I sighed as I went to my bedroom.
I went straight to the Vickie’s Secret drawer, rummaged through it, until I found the peach and black matching set.
I grinned, then headed to the bathroom. As I wrapped my hair in the plastic wrap, then the shower cap, I contemplated the bet.
Would it be as incredible as my brain conjured?
I had waited ten years to be here!
I immediately thought about the fact that we had to work together.
But did I really care?
I had been in love with this man for ten years! This was what I had dreamed about all through my 20s, and now here he was eight years later; and I swore there was something else behind those looks.
20minutes later, I drew my hand across the steamed mirror to look at my face.
I wanted this so bad.
He was my every dream.
I sighed, plugged in the flat iron, then took off the shower cap. I was happy to see the shower hadn’t done too much damage. I took special time with my make-up. I wanted to look extremely well, especially if we were going to be doing what I thought we were.
I spent the next 20 minutes retouching my hair.
***
When I came from the bathroom 45minutes later, I looked at the clock.
It was 7:20.
I dressed, then walked into the kitchen to check the warmers.
I was happy Colin had thought to bring them.
I set the table, brought out some more chairs; then realized it would have to be buffet style, because I didn’t have enough room at the table for everyone.
I looked up as the doorbell rang.
When I got to the door, I saw that it was Colin.
“Hey, so good thing you remembered the warmers.” I said as he handed me the bottle of Sangria.
“Yes, and it was so a last minute thing too. I actually had to run back in and get them.”
“So, are you ready for tomorrow?” I asked as I placed the wine in the fridge.
“As much as I can be. You know how it is. I mean just because Bare and Sandy are friends, doesn’t mean we don’t put it down.” he said leaning on the counter and I nodded.
“Of course, plus, I want their day to be perfect.” I smiled, and he nodded.
“So, how come you never got married?” he suddenly asked, and I looked at him shocked, then sighed.
“The guy I was in love with never asked, then disappeared.” I mumbled, and he nodded.
“Same here. But do you see yourself being married?”
“Oh totally, if I find the right guy. Weddings always make me so giddy.” I laughed, and he did too nodding.
“So, I brought these.” he said grinning as he held up the index cards.
“And those are?”
He turned them over, placed them on the table, and I saw that they had each of the dishes on them, with a like, dislike, or fare box next to it.
“Seriously!” I cried laughing, and he grinned wiggling his
He wanted to take it slow, but rush things at the same time.
She was everything to him.
The years of imagining her kiss, paled in comparison to the real thing!
He needed to check his fricken hormones, or he would fuck this up and scare her off.
He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair again, then walked back into the kitchen.
She looked up with a slight smile, then nodded to the rest of the tarts. He smiled his thank you for the distraction from her lips.
***
We finished up at 6pm, and I sighed as we both stood back and surveyed the food.
“You think it’s enough?” I asked, and he frowned slightly.
“Seems, if not, oh well.” he laughed, and I nodded smiling.
“I guess I better get. I need to wash up and change.” he commented, and I nodded again.
“Okay, then I guess I’ll see ya when you get back.” I smiled, he nodded, pulled me to him, and gently kissed my lips.
“Remember, you said anything I wanted.” he reminded me softly against my lips, and I nodded slightly. His grin widened, and he went out the door.
My entire body tingled, just at the thought.
I wasn’t that naïve.
I had a pretty good idea what he would ask for.
I sighed as I went to my bedroom.
I went straight to the Vickie’s Secret drawer, rummaged through it, until I found the peach and black matching set.
I grinned, then headed to the bathroom. As I wrapped my hair in the plastic wrap, then the shower cap, I contemplated the bet.
Would it be as incredible as my brain conjured?
I had waited ten years to be here!
I immediately thought about the fact that we had to work together.
But did I really care?
I had been in love with this man for ten years! This was what I had dreamed about all through my 20s, and now here he was eight years later; and I swore there was something else behind those looks.
20minutes later, I drew my hand across the steamed mirror to look at my face.
I wanted this so bad.
He was my every dream.
I sighed, plugged in the flat iron, then took off the shower cap. I was happy to see the shower hadn’t done too much damage. I took special time with my make-up. I wanted to look extremely well, especially if we were going to be doing what I thought we were.
I spent the next 20 minutes retouching my hair.
***
When I came from the bathroom 45minutes later, I looked at the clock.
It was 7:20.
I dressed, then walked into the kitchen to check the warmers.
I was happy Colin had thought to bring them.
I set the table, brought out some more chairs; then realized it would have to be buffet style, because I didn’t have enough room at the table for everyone.
I looked up as the doorbell rang.
When I got to the door, I saw that it was Colin.
“Hey, so good thing you remembered the warmers.” I said as he handed me the bottle of Sangria.
“Yes, and it was so a last minute thing too. I actually had to run back in and get them.”
“So, are you ready for tomorrow?” I asked as I placed the wine in the fridge.
“As much as I can be. You know how it is. I mean just because Bare and Sandy are friends, doesn’t mean we don’t put it down.” he said leaning on the counter and I nodded.
“Of course, plus, I want their day to be perfect.” I smiled, and he nodded.
“So, how come you never got married?” he suddenly asked, and I looked at him shocked, then sighed.
“The guy I was in love with never asked, then disappeared.” I mumbled, and he nodded.
“Same here. But do you see yourself being married?”
“Oh totally, if I find the right guy. Weddings always make me so giddy.” I laughed, and he did too nodding.
“So, I brought these.” he said grinning as he held up the index cards.
“And those are?”
He turned them over, placed them on the table, and I saw that they had each of the dishes on them, with a like, dislike, or fare box next to it.
“Seriously!” I cried laughing, and he grinned wiggling his
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