Hard to Find

Chapter Two - No Strings Attached

"I know the feeling."

We both reach for the bottle of wine, our hands brush against each other. Laughing, we both apologize and I let him pour me another glass. Making a mental note to drink this slower.

The waitress brings our food over and we dig in.

"So where do you live?" He questions after we're done chewing.

"Northern Brooklyn, how about you?"

He smiles excitedly. "Born and raised."

Intrigued, I ask him specifically where. He tries his best to explain where and I understand the general area, but not the specific street name. He takes an extra napkin resting on the table and asks for a pen. In the depths of my purse, I retrieve one, handing it to him.

He draws a pitiful diagram and both of us laugh, a little too loud for this fancy restaurant.

"I get the area, but I just don't recognize the street name."

"I'll show you then."

My body ignites at the thought of us going back to his place. I told myself I wouldn't go home with him, but now that the opportunity has arisen; I don't want to say no. I don't know if it's my body that is yearning to get laid or because I really like him.

I look at my phone, which reads eight-thirty. "Well, I have time."

The corners of his mouth rise and he signals the waitress over to ask for the check.  I send a text to Raven. 

Sky: I'm going back to his place... I'm gonna get laaaiiidddd

Raven: You little slut;) Have fun and text me if you need anything.

"Heres my address," He writes it down on the same napkin as earlier and places it in my hand.

After he fills out the check, we start toward the restaurant exit. His hand gently snakes to the small of my back and his fingers press into my skin, ever so slightly.

He walks me to my car. Before I climb in, he turns to me, "I'll see you soon." He leaves a chaste kiss on my cheek and walks away.

Well, shit.

I put my car in reverse, waiting to pull out. When he does, I follow him through the streets of New York. It's still busy and crowded which causes the car ride to drag, making me antsier.

Fifteen minutes pass before we turn down a dimly lit, but beautiful looking street filled with apartment complexes. He puts his turn signal and parks; I park behind him. 

"You're right, we are close." I grin, walking beside him to the entrance.

"Told you."

Moments later, he is unlocking the door to his apartment. As I step inside, I follow dark-hardwood floors into the modern living room. "Nice place," I tell him. 

He thanks me and offers something to drink. I decline and continue looking around. I meander into the living room and sit down on the couch. By the time he walks in, he has two glasses of water in hand.

I take the glass from him and gulp it down. I actually really needed water after all that wine. "Thank you."

"No problem." We both sit there in silence, sipping our water. We know what comes next, but neither of us makes a move. My heart crashes in a crazy rhythm, and he hasn't touched me yet.

We set our cups on the table and I turn my body towards him.

His hand reaches for my face and my breathing hitches when his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. He slides closer to me, his hands cradling my body. Our lips are inches apart and I feel his hot breath on my lips.