Alex sits across from me, his mouth moves as he talks about something, I'm not sure what.  He's too distracting, especially when his tongue wets his plump bottom lip between pauses.  Oh what I would give anything to pull his bottom lip with my teeth, slide my tongue in his mouth, and let him take me right here on this table.

But I can't do that. Right? I mean that would be horrible behavior for a date—and in public.

Although I had agreed to go on a date with him, I put it off for three weeks. Just because the thought of something more terrified me.

He never gave up though, surprising me with coffee, breakfast treats, or flowers every morning at work when he's drop off Isabell.

Finally, I gave in. Which is why right now, we're at a restaurant, trying to 'get to know each other' again. But it's pointless, the anticipation of what could come tonight kills me.

I shaved everything, picked out a new outfit, spent extra time on my hair and make up and put on my favorite perfume. Yet all he's doing is droning on and on about spreadsheets?  Or  fixing a shower drain? Or was it selling insurance?

What in the hell does he do for a living again?

I'd probably know if I was listening, but I can't look away. Fuck, why does he have to be so sexy?

Every aspect about him is godlike. His eyes are brown around his pupils but then blend into a beautiful hazel. He has one of those full smiles that brighten up his whole face. And I just love that thick dark brown hair of his. My favorite is when it gets long, it curls a little on the top, which makes it perfect to pull, especially when I'm able to guide him exactly where I need him. Don't even get me started on the scruff.

Come on, Lynn snap out of it.

Shifting in my seat, I rub my thighs together, relieving some of the building tension.

"Will you stop doing that?" Alex clenches his jaw, taking a deep breath.

Blushing, I try and hide my face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been undressing me with your eyes for the past fifteen minutes." His voice low, scolding and oh so sexy.

That doesn't help, Alex.

"It's our first date, and you're sitting there objectifying me," he teases, but unable to fight a chuckle.

"This is not our first date." I argue.

"The one six years ago doesn't count. This is a do over."

A smile spreads across my face at the memory. "I don't know why you want a do over. From what I remember, it was so great it ended with a bang."

Alex shakes his head, clearly trying to fight a smile, but I notice the corner of his mouth lifting just a smidge.

"Do you remember?" I tease, my voice low. "We couldn't keep our hands off each other."

For the first time tonight, he looks at me, really looks at me. My body comes alive from the gentle caress of his gaze, starting from my face, down to my neck, stopping just for a moment on the small amount of cleavage I have showing. His eyes are glassy, filled with lust and his breath quickens.

Elation and arousal flow through me. I knew I picked the right outfit for the night. With fall weather rolling in, I chose a quarter length sleeve sweater, that dips into v, just low enough to tease his eyes.

"Are you folks ready to order?" The waitress asks, breaking both of us from our daze.

A blush takes over Alex's face.

"Yes, I'll take the cajun chicken linguine." I answer, still staring at Alex's reaction with a proud smile plastered on my face.

Clearing his throat, he rips his gaze from me and turns to the waitress. "Chicken parmigiana, please."

We hand back the menus and silence falls over the table.

"Our first date was memorable, but that's not the memories I cling to. It's when I first saw you, heard you talking," he breaks the silence, his tone calm and collected.

Scrunching my face in confusion, I search my memory.

"It was freshman year, we—"

"Nope," I jump in. "We met sophomore year."

He shakes his head. "That's when we started seeing each other. I'm talking about the first time I saw you, heard you speak, and experienced your wit."

"I think I would have remembered you." I call his bluff, stubbornly crossing my arms.

"It was history 101. It was a big class, you were you, I doubt you'd remember me."

"What does that mean?" I lift an eyebrow.

"It means you commanded the room. You were oblivious to everyone's eyes on you. I didn't stand a chance. I was just some accounting nerd that sat in the back of the classroom, trying to go unnoticed."

Oh! So he's an accountant?

I shake my head. "There were like a hundred people in that class. I doubt anyone actually noticed me."

"We got paired into groups of ten. Each group had to do a presentation about a different war. Your group was the civil war. The day your group presented, you were wearing a red turtleneck. I can't complain on how it made your boobs look, but we both know I'm a fan of your neck," his voice dips just a centimeter. "You had long hair then, the light curls framed your face, and it landed just below your breasts."

"How do you even remember this?"

A small smile comes across his face. "It's hard to forget."

"I don't remember you being in that class," I murmur, frustrated that he has such a vivid memory of something I can't remember.

He nods. "You made a joke about how you 'general lee' didn't find civil war jokes funny, before you talked about his time as commander during the civil war."

Rolling my eyes, I try not to cringe at how cheesy I was.

"I knew then you'd be a good teacher. Plus, your presentation helped me ace that test."

The server drops off our meals, allowing me some time to process everything.

Twirling my fork around my noodles, I watch as the cheese mixes in with the sauce. "I forget how intense you can be."

I look up from my pasta, and Alex's furrowed eyebrows meet my gaze.

"You're never afraid to say what's on your mind, always share how you're feeling, and you always wear your heart on your sleeve. I'm not like that," my voice shakes. I feel him peeling away my resolve. It's scary to get close to someone again, especially someone who, although unintentional, left me broken.

Frustration takes over, and I'm unable to slow my heart. "I mean this is only our first date!"

"I'm not trying to scare you," Alex's voice lulls me a little. "But, I'm also not going to bullshit you. I say what's on my mind and I honor my feelings. That didn't change."

That's one of the things that made me fall for him in the first place. It's also what makes this so scary for me.

*_*_*

Alex: You look beautiful today.
Lynn: Are you hiding in the bushes or something?
Alex: Hardy har har. I was running late today, have an early meeting with a client. Isabel has something in her backpack for you.

School is just about to start, I'm walking to get my kids from the playground now. Although, I'm a little distracted.

This past two weeks, Alex has been bringing in breakfast and staying until school starts.

Before our date, he would just drop things off and go. But after our first date two weekends ago, he's made these little breakfast dates a priority. Unfortunately, it's the only time we've been able to see each other through the week.

The craziest part? We haven't even hooked up since before I agreed to date. At the end of the night, all I got was earth shattering kiss. So I'm in a bit of a dry spell.  How long has it been you ask? A month! 5 weeks to be exact. But who's counting?

My vagina apparently.

The morning goes by quickly, I've been too busy to think.

Sitting down next to Kacey in the teacher workroom, I pull out my phone as I wait for my lunch to heat up.

Alex: Did you find the surprise?

Oh crap!

"Kacey, was there anything in Isabell's bag this morning?"

"Um," she hums, looking up to the ceiling for a moment. "Oh, yes! There was. There were a few envelopes. One with some missing signatures the office wanted Alex to sign. The other one was blank."

"What did you do with it?"

"I brought the missing signatures one to the office, the other I left in her backpack."

Walking to the microwave, I take it out and bring it to the table. "Okay, Alex said he put something in there for me."

"I can grab it and bring it to you," she offers, twisting the cap off her pop.

Lynn: Not yet, will check later. 

*_*_*

Email from Jarod Holmes:
Miss Lynn, please see me after school.
Jarod Holmes
Building principal.

Anxiety courses through me. I hate cryptic emails like that. It usually means nothing, but my brain still thinks of the worse case scenario. I don't think I've done anything wrong.

No. I know I haven't done anything wrong.

After dropping off my kids at the end of the day, I stop by Kacey's classroom.

She hands me the envelope from Alex and I quickly open it, hoping it will calm me down before having to see my principal.

My mouth falls open.

Paperwork stares back at me. Office paperwork with Alex's signature all over it.

Shit.

"Kacey, I think you brought the wrong envelope to the office—" I don't recognize my own voice.

Kacey's face pales. "Oh my gosh! I didn't mean to. God this is all my fault. It was such a busy morning. I should have looked."

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves.

"I'll walk with you to the office, okay?"

I nod, unable to speak.

Entering in the office, Jarod greets me with a stern nod.

"Lynn, please come in."

Sitting down on the chair across from his desk, I feel my legs shaking. I place a hand on them in an attempt to make them stop. But they don't.

"This may be a bit of an awkward conversation," Jarod runs his hands through his grey hair. "But I think it needs to be addressed."

Pulling out his desk drawer, he grabs an envelope and hands it to me.

I open it with nimble fingers.

Jackie,
I didn't get to see you this morning, but I'll make it up to you this weekend. My mom is taking Isabelle with her to visit my aunt. Which means we'll have all weekend. I wanted to give you glimpse of some things to look forward to.
-breakfast in bed
-unlimited massages
-movie night
-you coming undone under my tongue
-you screaming my name

My face heats up, and I can't read anymore, even though there are many more promises he made.

"As you can see we have some things to talk about." Jarod says, his blush probably matching mine.

*_*_*

A/N: Oop! What do we think? 😳