Walking to the door, she braced herself, took another deep breath and reached for the knob.
She opened the door to let him in.
He walked by her to put down the bag he had slung over his shoulder.
She turned, placing her hands on the cold door behind her, backing up to close it.
She smiled.
So did he.
He took at step toward her, stuck his hands in the front pockets of her jeans and pulled her toward him.
She put her hands flat against his chest to stop her forward motion. His shirt was warm compared to the cool metal door.
She could feel the backs of his fingers through her pockets. His knuckles tickled the crease where her thigh and groin met.
She forgot, as she was so often wearing heels when around him, how tall he was when she stood next to him in her bare feet.
"I like the jeans," he said, his hands still in her pockets.
9 comments:
It's getting hot in here!
Wow! Just wow! Wasn't quite ready for that heat at 7am!!! Great job!
Whew! Steamy! Wasn't expecting that from you who blushes when you read that stuff. ;) I like it - definitely like it!
Well done ma'am.
I guess this is where I talk about the weather of the weekend's football, right?
I hope good things happen for you so Monday is not a total blah.
Wow! You go girl!
Look at you making the internet all hot and bothered; and before I've even finished my morning cup of coffee none-the-less!
Sqeeeee!! Look at you getting me all excited this morning! lol.
WOWZERS!!!
woww great post good luck..
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