The Unwinding

2- The taste of you

I have always loved the taste of smoke inside someone's mouth, the way you can almost still feel the cigarette on their lips.
There was something bittersweet about sharing that special scent between the two of us.
Maybe that's why I gripped him so hard the first time my lips crashed into his, maybe it was that I had spent the whole night pining over him.

The whole week, actually.

First the train, then the coffee shop, the bar with my friends, like can you believe that? And worst of all, tonight, my special evening for myself.

I usually take myself out for a solo date once in a while, as a treat to myself I'll buy dinner at a restaurant and actually eat it there, no takeaway in pj's, I'll drink a glass of wine and read a book.
And tonight I went to "The Shining Stars", it was a fancy place, real fancy, but I had actually started my finals project in decent time so I thought I deserved it.
I had worn a new dress. It was a total steal at my local thrift store,red satin that hugged my curves perfectly with a sweetheart neckline. It was perfect, I felt devine, almost like it was tailored for me.

I had my regular brown leather bag with me, the book I was currently reading, the filthiest smut you can imagine, but with a pretty, pastel purple cover that made it entirely inconspicuous.

I had ordered my food and a nice glass of red wine that I was sipping, and then, THEN!
The door to the restaurant and -hot, dark and handsome - enters, Em and I called him Damon as in Damon Salvatore due to his hot and mysterious act. But of course, there was no telling if he actually was that mysterious, I just hoped he wasn't a serial killer.

He walked in wearing another well fitted suit, closely followed by two other guys. They were all carrying business bags, probably doing a meeting.

I locked eyes with him for the fourth time this week, but this time was different, he saw me and a smirk slid over his face, that had happened before, that was our whole spiel now, we would lock eyes, one of us would smile to the other, then the gesture would be returned and then glances the rest of the time we were in the same room... That was the unspoken protocol. That was how it was, but this time, he winked, and he WINKED at me.
My eyes blinked a few times quickly, and then I realized what had just happened.
Still smiling, I quirked my head in his direction, raising a single eyebrow.

I could tell he was trying to hold in a chuckle, failing at holding in a chuckle. He covered it by faking a cough.

He captured my gaze again, licked his lower lip while biting it in, and a small nod in my direction.

As if to say, "Yes, I did just do that, your move." I couldn't help the smirk that plastered itself to my face.

Oh, the game was ON!

It was all throughout my meal, AND my dessert.

Eye fucking of the finest caliber.
When a drop of red wine slid down my glass, I catched it with my index finger and made sure to catch his eye before licking it off.

He caught me while eating an appeticer, some sort of crispy ryhe flake with stuff on top, he slowly put the whole thing in his mouth, it's ridiculous what acts you can turn sexual by adding the right amount of eyecontact and open bodylanguage.

I retorted by licking my lips and sending him a smile.

He later licked a teaspoon, making sure to send warm heat waves all throughout my body.

He double attacked by taking off his blazer, exposing a dress shirt that perfectly outlined his perfectly formed pecs and arms. In flashes, I imagined opening the shirt, and sliding my fingers over his stomach. His arms wrapping around my naked torso...