To The Car

"Your check, whenever you are ready," Your server says, placing the bill between the two of you.

You rip your hand away from Jason as he does the same, him just as embarrassed as you are being caught stroking his skin. You fold your hand on your lap and look down, silently cursing yourself once again. Thankful for the accidental assistance in stopping you from touching Jason and snapping you back to reality, you attempt to ground yourself back to reality. Looking around, you notice that most of the tables are empty, and the staff seems to be closing up shop for the night. "Oh my God, I didn't realize it was so late," you say.

"Yeah, we should probably get going," Jason agrees, his voice slightly husky from the tension that had been building between you two.

As you slide out of the booth, you can't help but feel relief that the evening is almost over. You just want to get out of this restaurant and back to trying to stop the nightmare you have been living. But as you stand up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and your heart stops.

You freeze, staring at the reflection, having so quickly forgotten what you looked like. Your eyes trace the outline of your body in the green dress, the soft fabric hugging every curve the corset **** on you. Your gaze lingers on your chest, your breasts pushed up by the bra cups while your legs appear longer and slimmer in the black tights and high-heeled boots, adding a seductive allure to your appearance. You turn around, trying to ignore the way your hips sway and the click-clack of your heels on the hardwood floor.

Jason is already standing by the door, holding it open for you as you walk towards him. As you approach the door, you feel the cool air hit your face. It's nice and it is something else you can use to anchor yourself, focusing on the sensation.

The night is quiet except for the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. The moon is full and casting a soft glow over the parking lot. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you walk towards the car. You hear the crunch of gravel under your feet and the rustle of your sweater dress in the breeze. You focus on everything you can to mute your yearning for Jason's touch... his warmth...

You shake your head and refocus, "I'm a straight man! I'm straight! I'm a man!"

Finally, the two of you make it to the passenger door of Jason's car, with you ready for this all to end when you feel a hand on your waist. You gasp at his returned touch causing your knees to weaken as he reaches for the door handle but your hand grasps his suddenly, needing his help to keep standing. You slide against the car, his arm now pinned behind your back and forcing his body to press into yours.

Jason turns his head, his eyes locking with yours. He is surprised by what it looks like you are requesting and is unsure what to do. For a moment, time seems to stand still as you stare into each other's eyes. He reaches up with his free hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

His hand is trembling.

Your breath catches in your throat as he moves closer, his lips just inches from yours.

You can feel your painted lip quiver.

You could stop him.

You SHOULD stop him.

The world around you fades away as Jason's lips hover inches from your own. You can see the desire. Desire for you. But he is hesitant, unsure of whether or not to proceed.

"Please," you whisper, not sure what you are even begging for.