I exited the coffee shop and had made my way about half way down the block and a third of the way home when I heard Chris’s voice calling after me.
“Hey Sam, wait up,” she yelled to me in a playful voice. I turned to see Chris jogging after me, my heart now pounding harder then ever.
“You left your wallet, here.” Chris was breathing slightly heavy from her short run when she caught up to me. She held out her hand and in it she held my folded black-leather wallet, which bore my initials S.W.
“Thank you very much.” I said looking down at Chris’s out stretched hands. “I can’t imagine what sort of charges I would have found on my credit cards had you not noticed it.” I reached out my hand as she handed my wallet to me.
“Sam, you’re shaking, is everything okay,” she said with concern. With her free hand, Chris touched my now trembling hands. I felt a rush of heat wash over the entire of my body, the likes of which I had not felt in almost ten years. I did not pull my hands away, I did not flinch, I did not do any of the things I would have expected myself to do in that situation. Instead I simply looked down at my hands now being held by Chris and then looked back up into her eyes. It was almost like Chris was reading my mind. She took her hands off mine and slowly and softly placed them on my face. She took a step closer to me and leaned into my body. She kissed me softly on my parched lips. It was a short kiss, almost an innocent one. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful blue eyes staring back at me, and then she spoke.
“Happy birthday Sam.” Chris took her hands from my face and began to turn to leave. I reached out for her arm with the hand that was not holding my wallet and pulled her back towards me. At that moment, I did not care that I was in a relationship of almost eight years, nor did I care that I was standing in an area of town that many of Jordan’s and my friends lived and hung out. The only thing I cared about was having Chris back in my arms, her body close to mine, and her soft lips kissing me. I did not speak a word. I pulled her so close to me that the only things separating us were the clothes we wore. I began to kiss Chris as if it were the first time we had ever touched each other’s lips.
We kissed for what seemed like an hour but in reality it had only lasted a few minutes. I moved my lips close to her right ear and whispered to her, “come home with me.” The lust in my voice came through loud and clear, and I knew that Chris had heard it, for her reply was to question my lustful request.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea,” she whispered back.
Without taking the real time to think about my actions, I replied, “I want you to come home with me.”
Second-guessing me once more, she reminded me of the one person whom I had not given much thought to in the last few hours. “What about your Jordan?”
I didn’t want to think about Jordan, I only wanted to feel the warmth of Chris all around my body. “I’m asking you to come home with me. I’ll deal with that later,” I said frankly.
“I don’t want you to do anything you might regret,” she responded. I seriously doubt that Chris had any concern about the regrets that I may or may not have, however I must admit that the thought of her wishing to save me of further heartache was endearing.
“The only thing I might regret is if I wake up in the morning and you aren’t next to me.” Chris took a step back from me and studied my face. I’m sure that I looked terrified, however the passion that was rushing through my veins was all that was controlling me.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. I took Chris by the hand, placed my wallet in the back pocket of my slacks, then I proceeded to lead the way to my apartment, which thankfully was only a few blocks away.