This is just something that went through my head, had to write it down, then thought why not see what other people think. So tell me what you think and if I should continue.

Ring, ring, ring. Telephones are the best and worst invention.

A sigh and then "Hello?"

"Melanie?"

"Yes." Who else would be answering my phone?

"It's Richard."

That means about… nothing, I've lost track of all the Richard's I've known and currently know.

"Umm. Skinny Pete?" My chest tightened and I forgot how to breath- Skinny Pete was HIS nickname. I know what your thinking- something along the lines of "God girl, he is just a man, get over yourself." "No man can be that good looking." Or maybe "God another story of unrequited love *close story never to be picked up again*." Your right, he is just a man, but he radiates safety, love and happiness. He really isn't that good looking, but I've never been incredibly attracted to really good looking guys. And while on my part it is a story of unrequited love, he is all practicality.

"How did you get this number?"

"Rodney." I raised my eyebrow, Rodney was going to get a talking to in the morning. I might be in love with the guy but I did not want to break up his relationship Grace.

"Wh-sigh. What do you want?"

"I want to know what you were thinking that night at Stanley's, that night when you looked as if you want to feast upon me." That had been months ago, I had seen him give me a few curious looks since then but I had though he had forgotten. It had been one of the few times I went all out-dressed up, put on make-up and knew I had looked edible. Rodney and I had kept running into people, our group got bigger and bigger. When we got to Stanley's, there was 15 of us, and we were all a little drunk. HE was there with Grace and some of their friends. His arms were stretched on the top of the booth seats, Grace rested contentedly in his arms. They were laughing, having a good time. His chocolate brown hair was away from his face not short and not long, the perfect length to dig your hands into and grab. Hazel eyes and long lips, not those sensual, kissable lips, but lips that smiled and laughed, lips that always knew what to say. He was wearing a creamy colored button-up shirt, tan slacks and dark shoes. I couldn't really tell because they were stretched out under a table. What really caught my eye was the fact that the first three buttons of the shirt, were undone, the strong pillar of his throat widen into his shoulders and kept going down. I could feel my body blazing. My blood churning. The only thing I wanted to do was walk over there, hips swaying, heels clicking, feel everyone's eyes on me as I sat in his lap and gave him a deep burning kiss. I'd nibble on his ears while running my hands across his chest. Slowly kissing down I'd linger at the hollow of his throat, then down to the v of the shirt, kissing his chest while flicking open the buttons that remained. Push it open and run my tongue over his nipples and then go lower, much lower. But I had closed my eyes and allowed myself to be pulled along to the bar. That night had been a bittersweet torment, but he had finally left. I hadn't realized that he had really noticed my staring, but it had happened more than once that night.

"Melanie?" I had been quite while remembering that night, it had already set my body ablaze. My throat had thickened and it took me a couple tries to find my voice.

"Yes…"

"Tell me." His voice was soft and persuasive, soothing and compelling.

"No." Even to me my voice sounded strangled and indecisive.

"Why?" His voice was harsh now, but it was brimming with true curiosity.

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