His drink tasted like liquid candy, gliding down his throat to mix with the several he already had tonight. His vision was tunneled, movements slow, thought process only reaching as far as his next order. This was becoming typical of late for him. His friends, conversing around him, let him be as he sipped his rum and coke, save one. She pestered him, bought him drinks when he should have stopped drinking, but he let her anyway. The attention was good, he thought. He was still able to put together enough brain power to realize she was hitting on him, and again, he didn't care. The attention was gratifying. The casual touches she gave him on his hand, arm, shoulder, and face, all stirred a side of him that hadn't been reached in a while. He let her flirt and he flirted right back, listening to their voices combine and come through crystal clear in the crowded, noisy bar.
She wanted to step outside and he agreed, following her as she led him by the hand. He couldn't help but notice the softness of her skin, the thin sheen of sweat glazing her exposed arm, neck, and chest. Stepping into the cool summer night, she asked for a light, one he was happy to oblige for her. Striking the flame, he watched it light the thin cigarette resting between her red lips. He had to shake himself out of it, he was staring too long, but she noticed. Her smile said a thousand words and each word he wasn't sure if he understood their meanings, but he was well aware of their intentions. She was moving closer to him, or at least he thought she was. He may have been moving closer to her, it may have been mutual moving, or he could just be stumbling forward, intoxicated by liquor and the moment. He listened to her talk and she listened to him. Her hand resting on his arm to emphasize points, staying just a moment longer than it should have if it did not have other motives behind it.
She moved a step forward, her eyes searching his, looking for some clue that this is what he wanted. He found himself letting her move forward, not saying the words he should, but enjoying the contact, the feeling of being wanted, even if it was only for this moment. He liked the fact that a woman took the reigns and showed her affection. He was the one who usually took the initiative, and it was beginning to get the best of him. He needed to be loved too, shown that he was loved, and she was willing to do that. She moved a step closer, smiling as he realized his hands were resting on her hips. She looked up at him, a warmth hiding in her blue eyes, a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, and an invitation to enjoy both of those all he wanted. He slowly pulled her towards him, her head turning slightly to the side, anxiously awaiting what was about to come.
Her eyes opened a moment later, wonder and shock replacing the lust in her eyes. He stopped, a sudden soberness enveloping his entire being. He apologized profusely and left, briskly walking to his car and driving off. His mind was in shambles, his heart beating faster than it ever had. He enjoyed the feeling of being loved out loud, but he knew that he almost did something he swore he would never do. He knew he was dangerously close to being swept away by the feeling, but was able to save himself and his girlfriend. He arrived back home and quietly crept into the bedroom, careful not to wake her from her dreams. He looked down at her, wondering why he felt the way he did tonight. It was her first time home in weeks, returning just this day from her trip to see her family. As he looked at her, he saw the woman he loved, and while she may not express it as he does, he knew she loved him, or at least hoped so. With a sarcastic smile on his face, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He knew he would be the more affectionate one, that's just who he is, he couldn't fight it anymore. Looking in the mirror for a long moment, he stared into his own being and said, "Checkmate".
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