I clearly remember our first real date, he had invited me onboard the catamaran for dinner. I remember the dinghy ride from the dock, the starry night sky and the chill in the air that caused my skin to goose bump. He had set the table and there was soft jazz filtering from hidden speakers. The setting was perfect and the first sip of the chilled wine was deliciously crisp and flavorful. Can I remember what we said? I guess it was the usual things that people say to each other – how was your day? I don’t know but we spoke, we ate and laughed at inconsequential things.
When he fed me the first taste of ice cream after dinner it felt daringly intimate and when his hand casually brushed mine as he refilled my wine glass it made me shiver. Did he do that intentionally? Was he looking at my lips intently as I spoke? Was he looking at the quick rise and fall of my breasts? If it wasn’t intentional then why did I feel so flushed as though my blood was magically heating up under the surface of my skin? Can he hear the thump of my rapid heartbeat? Does he know that I’m sipping my wine because my throat is suddenly parched?
I offered to help clear the table and suddenly I am standing close, very close to him in the tiny galley – I could smell the spicy scent of his cologne and something else. What is that scent? It’s drawing me in and I want to drown myself in it, its him! His unique essence. Oh I have to sit down! My legs are weak and I don’t know what to do with my hands…
To be continued..
