Brendan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I breathed deeply, inhaling his musk. In his arms I felt small and protected. Nothing could hurt me with him so close. I felt his hand leave me only to move it so as to cup my face.
He tilted my head my towards his own and slowly moved in to kiss me. His hot breath washed over my face as we moved closer together. I could feel my body shaking with the anticipation; my eyes were wide, his were soft, watching my lips.
Before his touched mine I he whispered gently to me. His deep voice soothing me.
"Relax." He breathed. My shoulders slouched as his lips touched mine. I lent into him, letting his body support my own. I could feel the excitement shooting through me in the form of little tingles. My heart rate had picked up and I could feel my breathing becoming heavier. I wanted the kiss to deepen.
I tilted my head so as to encourage Brendan to take action but it had the opposite effect. He pulled away, a wide grin on his now wet lips.
"What? What is it?" I questioned, worried that I'd done something to upset him, despite the smile.
"You need to slow down darling," The words rolled smoothly off his tongue as he ran his fingers along my jaw, making me fluster. "We'll have all the time in the world for that later. But now, we must run!"
With that he moved away from me and grabbed my hand, pulling me out from the sheltered ally and into the pouring rain.
It was crazy. I'd known him, what? 12 hours? And now we were on the run together. I work in a coffee shop down Maine street. I open at 7. Every morning for the week leading up to that day he had come in and ordered the same drink; a tropical fruit smoothie. It was somewhat amusing considering we were in the middle of one of the coldest winters I could remember but hey, to each their own...
But on that particular day, he didn't order anything. He just walked up to the counter and told me to follow him. Nothing else.
Obviously I was confused. I mean, what else would I be. This man was basically a stranger and he expected me to just follow him? when I gave no response he just repeated himself and moved to the door.
Like a rabbit in the headlights I froze up, considering the possibilities. Questions shot through my mind 100 times a second. What if he's crazy? What if he's not? Why am I even considering following him? Whats the worst that could happen?
There was no one else in the shop. There never was at this time apart from him. He opened the door and the bell chimed merrily He held it wide and then leant on it to keep it open, waiting for me patiently.
I looked from the coffee machine and back to him. From the drinks menu and to him once more. I laughed at myself a little and then threw off my apron as I rushed round the counter and over to him.
He grinned widely and guided me out of the shop and off we went.
