"Whatever you're having." A few minutes later the order is placed and I
head back on over towards the sofa to sit down. Martin takes a seat beside
me glancing towards me with a smile.
*******
"What?" I eye him curiously, feeling a tiny smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"I just want you to know, if there's ever anything you want to talk about. You know I'm here for you."
"Thanks Martin" I pat his leg gently with a nod. "I appreciate it." I answer, grabbing for the remote. "You want to see what's on?"
"Hard to do if you're changing the channels."
"Don't think you're getting my remote," I warn him.
"Say's who?" His eyes widen in mischief as he reaches across me to grab at the device which is resting between my fingers and the arm rest of the couch. I feel his body leaning against mine and I shift my left arm pulling it as far away from Martin as possible.
"You're not getting it" I answer between laughs as I feel his body shifting above mine and I fall beneath his. His eyes are on the remote as our mine, as we ignore the compromising position we're both in. I use both my arms to grip the remote and hold it far above my head. Martin's managed to lie above my frame as his hands tug at mine for the remote.
"Oh yes I am" he laughs as I feel the weight of his body settling against mine. It feels incredibly intimate and I try to push that thought to the back of my mind as I continue to hold onto the remote as best I can.
I feel Martin's hands forcefully push against mine, making me drop the remote to the ground.
"You didn't" I gasp out with wide eyes, giving him an evil look.
"What are you going to do about it?" He questions then glances down between our bodies that are intertwined. "Tell me you don't have your gun on you?"
I can't help but laugh as I shake my head. "Be glad," I warn him with a smile. His eyes shine down at me, as I let my arms rest above my head, holding comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. I feel Martin's fingers drifting against mine and then move into my hair.
I let out a soft puff of air, slightly aroused by the sensation and from the physical proximity to a man. It's been too long since I allowed myself the pleasure of becoming close and within moments I watch as Martin's mouth descends onto my own.
His breath is warm and sweet, but not at all like Jack's. I can't get Jack's face out of my mind and I feel my stomach plummet from the thought. "Martin" I whisper out, slowly pushing him off and away from me.
"I'm sorry" he immediately responds, his voice deep and throaty, a tone I've never heard him use before.
"No it's my fault" I answer shaking my head. I hear the doorbell and immediately run over to answer it, offering to pay the bill as quickly as the delivery guy came.
"I told you I'd pay" Martin eyes me as I carry the bag of Chinese food into the kitchen.
"You can cook for Christmas" I offer.
"Cook?" He eyes me seriously. "You mean we can't order pizza?"
"No way" I laugh in response, feeling a little more at ease and dismissing the situation that occurred just a moment before.
"So if I cook, then you'll come to my place?" He grins at the thought.
"Hmmm" I let out a sigh, "on second thought you can bring dinner. Or better yet use my stove."
"Trying to train me already?" He teases.
I shrug in response, holding a tight-lipped smile on my face.
We finish dinner and head back on over towards the sofa to sit down. I rest against the arm of the sofa, letting Martin choose where to sit, and how close or far a distance. I know how he feels about me. I realize he wants to take this to the next level, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet. I'm not sure I'm over Jack.
I'm not sure I'll ever be over him.
"You look sad" Martin states eyeing me. He sits beside me, our legs brushing as the sofa dips down.
"Just thinking" I answer.
"What about?"
"What you're going to get me for Christmas" I blurt out with a laugh.
"And that makes you sad?" He eyes me, not believing a word of it.
"Of course. That means I have to find something you'll like."
"Who said anything about exchanging gifts?" He quips.
"If were spending Christmas together, it sounds to me like a date. I've never had a date on Christmas that didn't involve gift giving."
"Well maybe this Christmas will be different" he teases with a warm smile.
"Maybe" I muse.
"Listen I hate to cut the evening short but I should go" I glance out the window to see the snow piling up. "If I don't leave now, I don't know that I'll ever make it home tonight." He tells me.
I let out a breath, debating what to do. Do I invite him to stay the night? After all it would be safer, but in another sense it would be dangerous and risqué. We work together and that's crossing a line I'm not prepared to journey just yet. Well not again anyway.
"Yeah" the words escape my lips but they sound sad. "I'll see you tomorrow at the office then" I remind him, hoping to give myself something to look forward to. I don't feel it though, at least not the same rush I had when I was with Jack. Jack was always different though. He wasn't someone I could have, even if I wanted him. He was never mine, and maybe that's what hurts the most.
"Thanks for dinner" he tells me with a smile as he escorts himself to the door.
"Yeah thanks for coming up here and for driving me home."
"See you tomorrow" Martin nods towards me as he slips out the door.
I let out a sigh, standing up to lock my door and heading into the bedroom to get changed.
*******
"What?" I eye him curiously, feeling a tiny smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"I just want you to know, if there's ever anything you want to talk about. You know I'm here for you."
"Thanks Martin" I pat his leg gently with a nod. "I appreciate it." I answer, grabbing for the remote. "You want to see what's on?"
"Hard to do if you're changing the channels."
"Don't think you're getting my remote," I warn him.
"Say's who?" His eyes widen in mischief as he reaches across me to grab at the device which is resting between my fingers and the arm rest of the couch. I feel his body leaning against mine and I shift my left arm pulling it as far away from Martin as possible.
"You're not getting it" I answer between laughs as I feel his body shifting above mine and I fall beneath his. His eyes are on the remote as our mine, as we ignore the compromising position we're both in. I use both my arms to grip the remote and hold it far above my head. Martin's managed to lie above my frame as his hands tug at mine for the remote.
"Oh yes I am" he laughs as I feel the weight of his body settling against mine. It feels incredibly intimate and I try to push that thought to the back of my mind as I continue to hold onto the remote as best I can.
I feel Martin's hands forcefully push against mine, making me drop the remote to the ground.
"You didn't" I gasp out with wide eyes, giving him an evil look.
"What are you going to do about it?" He questions then glances down between our bodies that are intertwined. "Tell me you don't have your gun on you?"
I can't help but laugh as I shake my head. "Be glad," I warn him with a smile. His eyes shine down at me, as I let my arms rest above my head, holding comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. I feel Martin's fingers drifting against mine and then move into my hair.
I let out a soft puff of air, slightly aroused by the sensation and from the physical proximity to a man. It's been too long since I allowed myself the pleasure of becoming close and within moments I watch as Martin's mouth descends onto my own.
His breath is warm and sweet, but not at all like Jack's. I can't get Jack's face out of my mind and I feel my stomach plummet from the thought. "Martin" I whisper out, slowly pushing him off and away from me.
"I'm sorry" he immediately responds, his voice deep and throaty, a tone I've never heard him use before.
"No it's my fault" I answer shaking my head. I hear the doorbell and immediately run over to answer it, offering to pay the bill as quickly as the delivery guy came.
"I told you I'd pay" Martin eyes me as I carry the bag of Chinese food into the kitchen.
"You can cook for Christmas" I offer.
"Cook?" He eyes me seriously. "You mean we can't order pizza?"
"No way" I laugh in response, feeling a little more at ease and dismissing the situation that occurred just a moment before.
"So if I cook, then you'll come to my place?" He grins at the thought.
"Hmmm" I let out a sigh, "on second thought you can bring dinner. Or better yet use my stove."
"Trying to train me already?" He teases.
I shrug in response, holding a tight-lipped smile on my face.
We finish dinner and head back on over towards the sofa to sit down. I rest against the arm of the sofa, letting Martin choose where to sit, and how close or far a distance. I know how he feels about me. I realize he wants to take this to the next level, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet. I'm not sure I'm over Jack.
I'm not sure I'll ever be over him.
"You look sad" Martin states eyeing me. He sits beside me, our legs brushing as the sofa dips down.
"Just thinking" I answer.
"What about?"
"What you're going to get me for Christmas" I blurt out with a laugh.
"And that makes you sad?" He eyes me, not believing a word of it.
"Of course. That means I have to find something you'll like."
"Who said anything about exchanging gifts?" He quips.
"If were spending Christmas together, it sounds to me like a date. I've never had a date on Christmas that didn't involve gift giving."
"Well maybe this Christmas will be different" he teases with a warm smile.
"Maybe" I muse.
"Listen I hate to cut the evening short but I should go" I glance out the window to see the snow piling up. "If I don't leave now, I don't know that I'll ever make it home tonight." He tells me.
I let out a breath, debating what to do. Do I invite him to stay the night? After all it would be safer, but in another sense it would be dangerous and risqué. We work together and that's crossing a line I'm not prepared to journey just yet. Well not again anyway.
"Yeah" the words escape my lips but they sound sad. "I'll see you tomorrow at the office then" I remind him, hoping to give myself something to look forward to. I don't feel it though, at least not the same rush I had when I was with Jack. Jack was always different though. He wasn't someone I could have, even if I wanted him. He was never mine, and maybe that's what hurts the most.
"Thanks for dinner" he tells me with a smile as he escorts himself to the door.
"Yeah thanks for coming up here and for driving me home."
"See you tomorrow" Martin nods towards me as he slips out the door.
I let out a sigh, standing up to lock my door and heading into the bedroom to get changed.
