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"It's you!"
Those were the first words out of his mouth the very moment they met. He felt drawn to her like he had never been away from her side all his life. He loved the way her crooked smile looked when she gazed up at him. He felt a warmth flooding his loins... the attraction was that real and tangible. Without another word... he stepped forward and took her hand. It was as if a spark jumped across the gap as their fingers first made contact. She giggled nervously, and stepped into the crook of his arm and gave him a big hug. It was a wonderous feeling that swept them away from their surroudings... a surrealistic and timeles moment. He eventually broke the spell as he pulled her along to the door of the neighborhood dive they had arranged to meet at. He stopped short... at a crack in the sidewalk. They stood side by side... his arm around her shoulders. Smiling at each other, they both jumped over the line. He laughed out loud. Inside the bar he purchased drinks, a toothy grin seemed permanently imprinted on his face. They sauntered across the room, whereupon he racked the balls on a quarter table.
They began to chat. She had no problem telling him all about her mother and friends and work and play and who she liked in the movies. He broke his own rack, sinking both a stripe and a solid. "Open table" he announced. She told him of a time she once sunk the 8 ball on the break. He eyeballed a cue to be sure it was straight, then handed it to her. With a laugh, she pushed it aside and took his cue from his other hand. She sank the blue two in the side pocket... however the top english she had used carried the cue ball right in after it. He chuckled under his breath.
He approached her for his cue and she playfully held it out away from him. As he steped forward... she slid her arms around his waist and pulled him close. He could smell a sweet fragrance and began to get dizzy as she pressed her lips to his in the softest, gentlest kiss he had ever felt. It was overwhelming. It was surprising. It was knee buckling. It nearly knocked him over in it's tenderness. Breaking away was actually painful. He approached the table on unsteady feet. He missed his shot. He felt as if he had been drugged; she was a woman with a mesmerizing way.
Shot after shot, she fairly kicked his ass, banking the 8 ball in the same side pocket she had started from. Their drinks were drained... the game was over...it was descision time. The 15 minute meeting they had agreed on was finished. Would there be a date?
He tipped his Stetson to her, and thanked her for the game. He placed the cue sticks back in the rack on the wall. He wanted to say something charming and witty... he was only nervous and skittery. He looked down at his boots and concentrated on trying not to look too goofy, for in his heart he was as unsteady as a kid on his first pony. It was time for something...anything to happen. The seconds ticked away. There was something hanging palpably in the air.
She stepped across the short distance between them, taking his hand in hers. His gaze rose, drinking in her innate beauty, landing squarely on her searching eyes. She slowly smiled, stepped in closer to him and raised up on tippytoes. Nuzzling him slightly, she whispered in his ear.
"It's you!"
Those were the first words out of his mouth the very moment they met. He felt drawn to her like he had never been away from her side all his life. He loved the way her crooked smile looked when she gazed up at him. He felt a warmth flooding his loins... the attraction was that real and tangible. Without another word... he stepped forward and took her hand. It was as if a spark jumped across the gap as their fingers first made contact. She giggled nervously, and stepped into the crook of his arm and gave him a big hug. It was a wonderous feeling that swept them away from their surroudings... a surrealistic and timeles moment. He eventually broke the spell as he pulled her along to the door of the neighborhood dive they had arranged to meet at. He stopped short... at a crack in the sidewalk. They stood side by side... his arm around her shoulders. Smiling at each other, they both jumped over the line. He laughed out loud. Inside the bar he purchased drinks, a toothy grin seemed permanently imprinted on his face. They sauntered across the room, whereupon he racked the balls on a quarter table.
They began to chat. She had no problem telling him all about her mother and friends and work and play and who she liked in the movies. He broke his own rack, sinking both a stripe and a solid. "Open table" he announced. She told him of a time she once sunk the 8 ball on the break. He eyeballed a cue to be sure it was straight, then handed it to her. With a laugh, she pushed it aside and took his cue from his other hand. She sank the blue two in the side pocket... however the top english she had used carried the cue ball right in after it. He chuckled under his breath.
He approached her for his cue and she playfully held it out away from him. As he steped forward... she slid her arms around his waist and pulled him close. He could smell a sweet fragrance and began to get dizzy as she pressed her lips to his in the softest, gentlest kiss he had ever felt. It was overwhelming. It was surprising. It was knee buckling. It nearly knocked him over in it's tenderness. Breaking away was actually painful. He approached the table on unsteady feet. He missed his shot. He felt as if he had been drugged; she was a woman with a mesmerizing way.
Shot after shot, she fairly kicked his ass, banking the 8 ball in the same side pocket she had started from. Their drinks were drained... the game was over...it was descision time. The 15 minute meeting they had agreed on was finished. Would there be a date?
He tipped his Stetson to her, and thanked her for the game. He placed the cue sticks back in the rack on the wall. He wanted to say something charming and witty... he was only nervous and skittery. He looked down at his boots and concentrated on trying not to look too goofy, for in his heart he was as unsteady as a kid on his first pony. It was time for something...anything to happen. The seconds ticked away. There was something hanging palpably in the air.
She stepped across the short distance between them, taking his hand in hers. His gaze rose, drinking in her innate beauty, landing squarely on her searching eyes. She slowly smiled, stepped in closer to him and raised up on tippytoes. Nuzzling him slightly, she whispered in his ear.
"It's you!"
- Go Broncos 2017 and Beyond! - 
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