She keeps saying that it can't happen again. Every time, as soon as her afterglow wears off, the guilt and self-loathing kicks in and she spits out those words that always make me smile. She is so adorable, trying to fight this like either one of us has a choice. I keep telling her that this is bigger than both of us, and she would be much happier if she would just give in. Give in to her fate...the way that I did the very instant that I saw her. What's ironic is that she is the one who picked me up, not the other way around. I had never known such a world could exist until the day that I met her. I had been at the local coffee shop that day six months ago, finding myself with a rare afternoon off from both work and class. I had been taking some extra art and writing courses at the university for a few months, trying to find a new reason to be. The past year had left me minus one husband and doing some serious soul-searching. I hadn't taken any classes since I'd graduated with a BA almost eight years ago, but I found that it all came back quickly when you were doing something that you loved. Finding myself alone for the first time in many years, I finally gave in to my need for companionship and extra cash by taking in a roommate in my small two bedroom apartment. Since I lived within walking distance of the school, my roommate was a sweet pre-med student named Stacy. She was still an undergrad, so there was a bit of a gap in our ages, but we got along great. She was very dedicated to her schooling, so there were never any loud parties or inconsiderate late night callers when I had to work 40 plus hours a week. Stacy was actually the one who suggested that I take a few night courses when she noticed how burned out and lifeless I was beginning to look. It sounds strange, but it really did give me a fun break from reality and a reminder of how much I once loved to create things. So, where was I? Back to the coffee shop, on that rainy afternoon in April. I was off work early, class had been cancelled due to a professor's family emergency, and I was left alone to my own devices when it was still daylight! It figures that it was raining cats and dogs though, because I normally would have gone for a walk in the park. This day, however, found me camped out in an oversized easychair with a copy of my favorite book, nursing a Snickers latte. If anyone had asked me at that moment, I would have said that life couldn't get much better. Of course, I would have been wrong. At the sound of the bell over the door jingling, I glanced up to see a vision that took my breath away. A woman had entered, seeking shelter from the rain more than coffee by the looks of it, and he was tastier than my latte. Now, tasty to me may be something different than many other people would agree with. I don't like young pretty girls...well, not really. They are fun to look at sometimes, but there just isn't anything else there for me. I need character in a face, some rugged features and a few laugh lines, something that shows me you know how to enjoy life. I did my time with a young pretty already, and I was discovering quickly that the exact opposite was now a sure thing to get me hot. So here was this vision of rugged masculinity, standing in the door and brushing rain off what appeared to be a lovely suit. She had hair that couldn't decide if it wanted to be light brown or red, thinning and peppered with silver, and the brightest set of hazel eyes I had ever seen. I sat there watching her trying to compose herself from beneath my lashes, not wanting to be seen checking out the goods. Ever since my divorce, I had become an avid observer of older women, but I had yet to work up the nerve to approach any of them. I watched as she ordered a coffee, then began to scope out a place to squat and wait out the worst of the storm. When her eyes began to gravitate in my direction, I quickly glanced back down to my book and feigned interest.
"Is anyone sitting here?" I heard a smooth, velvety voice ask from above me. When I looked up, she was smiling and gesturing to the big chair next to me.
"Um...no, " I stammered. God, she was even sexier up close. I could feel my nerves jumping at her proximity, and the smell of her cologne was making me drunk. Burberry Touch had always been my favorite, what a strange coincidence that this woman chose the same. As she sat down and got settled, I tried to start reading again, but all I could do was sneak glances from the corner of my eye. She had broad shoulders and a nice physique, and long graceful legs. Most people don't think about women's legs being graceful, but hers were. I was becoming distracted to the point of embarrassment, so I was just about to pack it up and leave when she spoke to me again.
"Coming down pretty hard out there, huh?" Her voice was so fucking sexy. I couldn't believe how drawn I was to this woman.
"Yeah, looks like it's getting worse." I nervously replied. I was great at observations...not so much at interaction. When I glanced over at her, I noticed that she was looking directly at me this time.
"I was going to take a walk in the park, but you can see how far that got me."
"I know, I got in town early and had hoped to shop around a bit for a gift, but here I am," she said with a smile.
"I didn't want to go back to the hotel yet, in case it lets up soon." She had a pleasant personality, which made it very easy to open up to her. We carried on our light conversation as we sipped at our drinks, and I found myself asking if she was just visiting, since she'd mentioned a hotel.
A/N- Thoughts? Also this is Janet talking/ POV
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