Funny Thing, Life

Part 4: When in Doubt, Just Pass Out

   He placed his finger across my lips.  "Shh."  He slid his finger down to my chin before taking it back.  "Are you off tomorrow?"

   "Yeah, why?"  I squinted.  "What do you have up your sleeve?"

   "I was thinking, and it's jut a thought," he paused as if unsure how to word his intention.

   "What is it?"  I practically yelled.  "You're killing me here," I joked.

   "Would you like to come back to my place?  Just for a few minutes.  It's close to here, like 10 minutes."

   I mulled it over for a moment while he studied my expression for a hint to the way my answer was going to sway.  

   "I guess it wouldn't hurt to go see your place," I said with an uncertainty.

   He threw the truck into reverse and backed out of the spot before we made the eight minute drive to his house.

      As we crossed over the guard gated entrance, I found myself awestruck over the larger than life sized homes on either side of the street.

   "You live in here?"

   He nodded.

   "Alone?"

   He shrugged.  "Not entirely."

   "Roommate?"

  "You could say that."  He smirked.

   I couldn't wrap my head around how some people buy these enormous homes and have no one to fill it with love and laughter.  Meanwhile, here I am, stuck in a teeny tiny two bedroom apartment with five other people because we can't afford a bigger place within the school zone.  I'd just barely been back to work after so long and we had a large amount of debt to pay off.

   As we pulled into his driveway, I admired the lush landscape of green grass and tall trees, whose leaves had just begun to color morph in change with the weather.  Nestled back behind was a house with a stone exterior.  I was eager to see what lied beyond the intricacy of the Dublin cobble paved driveway.

  Upon entering the black framed, ornate double-doors, a great room, emphasized by marble flooring, of a light sand color veined with ribbons of tan, stretched as far as the eye could see.  The walls, painted in a porcelain ivory with a black moulding, highlighted the wood laminate ceiling that stretched across the entire home.  He led me to the right, into an elegant kitchen including marble countertops, a double oven, and a built in double door fridge, all surrounding a four foot island.  As he continued to lead me through the house, we passed a sitting room with a fireplace, which shared space with the formal dining room both, accompanied by a wall of floor to ceiling windows. I followed him past a couple of bedrooms, the master closet and a bath before stopping in the double door entrance of the master suite.  The walls and ceiling were finished with a brown faux leather paint technique.  I was taken aback at the magnitude of the oversized room with tall windows overlooking the pool. This room was more than fit for a king.

   He stood before me, taking both of my hands, trying to coax me past the threshold with a dreamy look in his ocean blue eyes.  I knew upon agreeing to come here, I was allowing myself to trudge into dangerous territory.  Going to anyone's house is grounds for at least second base and I didn't really want to be put in that situation.  I had assumed that since he'd been a gentleman before, he wouldn't take advantage of a slightly intoxicated lady.  I honestly felt like he just wanted to show off his house, in typical guy form.

   With some of my inhibitions dropped, thank you alcohol, I allowed him to guide me fully into the room.  We stood at the foot of his bed.  My heart thumping hard in rapid beats and a tingle in my chest, he placed his hands at my jaw, his thumb before my ear and fingers wrapped at the base of my head and pulled me close.  Hesitating just short of his lips for a split second, my mind went blank.  When his lips touched mine, I went weak in the knees, and  I swear I heard fireworks.  My toes curled and my fingers ached to dig into his skin.  My hands explored the muscular torso against me before I pushed him backwards.  I tried to catch my breath, the room swirling around me.  Licking my lips must've signaled for a second kiss, this one more fervent.