Over the line

Sophie stood there in his arms for what seemed like an eternity, her heart beating fast, his warm body pressed to hers. She wanted to wrap herself inside of him and become his, feel his arms crush the breath out of her. It was summer, broad daylight in a London street but, right there and then she wanted him.

“Kiss me”, she begged, in her head, in among these tangled thoughts.

Yet still he made no move. Lest it get awkward, although, to be honest, she could have stood like that all afternoon, Sophie eventually pulled away gently. Tilting her head up towards his, since he was almost a foot taller, she faced into his eyes, knowing full well how cute this pose was. She had used it to good effect on men before. It would have been so easy to kiss. To step across the invisible line.

When he didn’t move more than to frown, she moved away and started to fumble through her bag for her keys.

“I could err ..”, she faltered, needing to clear her throat, her heart still beating so fast.

“..drop you home?”, she offered, knowing full well it was stupid. He normally caught the tube but otherwise would have driven himself. He was probably parked nearby, considering how awful it was to park around here. She looked back up at him as she finished her sentence, pleased when she saw she had caught him looking inside her top as she stooped fumbling in her purse.

There was a slight hesitation from him, but he agreed! Her stomach practically did a somersault. “Surely, surely, this is the sign?”, she pondered as the central locking kicked in and she slid into the car, not caring how much her dress slid up now. “Such a lovely day,” she beamed inwardly with happiness and anticipation as she let the sunroof of her Mini wind back, positioned her sunglasses and prepared to drive off.

She glanced over at Connor with a smile like the Cheshire Cat on her face, his eyes on her exposed thighs as she gave his thigh a playful squeeze.

“Where to?”, she asked, unnecessarily.