Valentine's Day Affair

The knock at the door was gentle, tentative, and if I hadn’t been listening for it I might have missed it. But I was waiting for you and opened the door with a welcoming smile on my face. ‘Hi, Sherri?’

‘Duncan?’

‘Sure. Come on in.’

‘I thought we were going for a drink.’

‘Yes, in a minute, just a few things I need to finish doing.’ You follow me into the room, and I look at you. The light is making your hair shine, and your eyes sparkle with nervous anticipation. The plaid shirt and jeans you’re wearing could almost be a uniform for the area from what I’ve seen. The door clicks shut. I open my arms wide and say, ‘You wanted a hug.’

You nod, lick your lips, and step forward. I enfold you into me, and your arms snake round my middle. The twelve-inch difference in height from my six foot four to your five foot four means your head nestles against my chest. I rest one hand on your lower back, the other up between your shoulder blades, where my thumb can reach the soft skin above your collar, allowing me to stroke it gently. You make an appreciative noise, not fully a word, and I keep stroking as you nestle against my chest, your breasts pushing into me, your legs inching forward as you try and get as close as possible. After a few moments I clear your hair from the side of your neck...