Temporary Love

Twenty: Big Hands

ALLY

I diverted my gaze from the menu towards the solid figure in front of me. My eyes widened in surprise and excitement, my mouth slightly opened from his challenge.

"Do you like bacon?" he inquired.

"That's an easy one. Who doesn't?"

"Perfect. Would baked bacon-wrapped scallops work for you?"

My eyes quickly scanned through the menu. He pointed his leathery index finger on the selected appetizer. I couldn't help but stare at his digit, examining the size and roughness of it. The thought of it playing inside of me made me squeeze my thighs together as if it would've helped controlled my craving. I shook the thought off my head.

"Sounds good to me." I lifted my head up, adjusting my loose-fitting eyeglasses.

"You look good with those glasses. The red fits you perfectly," he commented.

"Thanks. This is my favorite, but I don't think 'perfect' is the right description for it. It keeps on falling off. I think I need to get a new one." I replied as I took the red metal frame off.

My vision blurred. But he was close enough that I could still see his manly features. The way his Adam's apple moved as the water slid down his throat made me thirsty enough that I had to take a couple of big gulps myself. I actually hated drinking water, unless utterly necessary. This time, it was an utmost necessity.

"Let me see," he extended his hand towards me.

With his palm wide open in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the thick scar across it. I handed the frame over and watched him examine it. I inhaled loudly as my shock escaped my mouth.

Harvey bent the hands of the frame and I was scared as hell to see the result from it. I stared vigilantly at his large hand devouring the fragile metal frame.

"Do you trust me?"

He noticed the terror that came out of my mouth and still painted on my face. He stopped whatever it was he was doing. His colossal hands still enveloped around my dainty glasses.

"Should I?"

He extended his arm towards me and revealed an unscathed frame sitting on his scarred palm. I examined the handle of the eyewear and placed it over my eyes. It sat perfectly at the bridge of my nose and curvature of my ears, not falling off even when I bent my head down. I took it off again to survey the tinkering he had done. I was impressed, but soon enough, I was clouded with guilt and embarrassment remembering how I reacted to his kind gesture.

"I'm sorry. It's just that your hands are so big. I wasn't sure if you were gentle enough not to break it." My inside was flooded with shame. "Now, I completely understand the saying to never judge a book by its cover."

He smirked. "I assure you that my big hands can work gently, or roughly, depending on the situation." He winked at me, dismissing the unnecessary guilt I was drowning myself in.

Once again, my mouth fell open with shock and curiosity, but I picked it back up as soon as I dropped my jaw. "I don't even want to know," my eyes rolled with disapproval. But I did want to know. I wanted to know exactly how he could work his hands, on me, in me.

The heat that I felt inside of me was overwhelming. I had to tug on my top, adjusting it from the bottom to air out the moisture that was building up behind my silk top. I could've sworn the restaurant was blasting hot air as if it was still winter outside. I couldn't make up my mind if I was still embarrassed from my doubt or just curious as fuck over his big hands.