Chapter 10 Holding Back
I pressed my lips together to make sure my lipstick was in place as I reached the living room, careful not to let my eyes wander. It was a new day, and if I allowed it, it’d be one full of opportunities, more happy customers, and even some laughter with friends along the way.
I could hear him, and even smell that spicy aftershave of his – one I’d first smelt when I’d almost kissed him the day before yesterday.
I took another step forward, and he turned. I told myself not to – oh, how I fought the urge – but I still looked up. Our eyes met. He ran his gaze over me, slow and thorough, so I did the same.
Eyes clashed.
He licked his lips. I parted mine – just barely.
We looked. We stared. We held back.
And then, when I realized that all of this’d go nowhere, I rushed past him to the door and out into the street in the next heartbeat.
I did the same thing the next day.
And the next.
And the one after that.