I was incredibly nervous that day...
More so than usual, and I didnt know why. But it was there, as I picked her up from her house, throughout our delightful dinner, while walking everywhere and nowhere across the cold frost bitten city.
In total we had literally spent hours and days and weeks together, could talk all day and deep into the night, and unleashed secrets, hidden truths, and honest proclamations with ease.
But tonight was like rewinding back to the first time I met her. A five hundredth first date if you will, happening in a completely different and new way.
It was one of those sharp winter nights that chilled your very soul with a bitter wind. Regardless of jackets and sweaters or scarves and beanies, we were no match for the dark freeze from the black harbor nearby.
A presence I was so grateful for, for though frozen to my core, this arctic atmosphere only forced her closer to me throughout our randomized journey.
Large billowing steam pillars erupted from small sewer grates in the moist cobblestone ground, fogging and diffusing the warm lights of the surrounding buildings. Blanketing us in pillowed plumes from time to time, traversing shop to shop.
We had no destination, because honestly going anywhere with each other was the destination. We were already where we needed to be, arms wrapped around each other and eyes locked onto one anothers. I sure as hell know I couldn't have asked for more.
And for as anxious as I may have been, there was no fear, no doubt, for I was completely content with her presence, not wanting to be with anyone or anywhere else.
Just adventuring hand in hand, occasional kissing in neon lit alleyways, and those tenderly tight embraces, pulling her in as she leans closer and whispers, "I need you."
"I need you now..."
I could just mentally see her lips mouthing the words by my left ear. Smooth and glossy, pink and playful. She gave a slight peck, a kiss to my earlobe, and an exhale as she then reared back for me to meet her gaze.
I've seen this look in her eyes many times before, so many times that we unfortunately couldn't do anything about or act upon. The kind of look that screams what she just whispered.
"I need you now." It rang though my head on repeat as we headed back to the car, echoing in my mind as the sky started opening up and light sprinkles of rain slowly filed in along our route.
Both of our paces hastened rather quickly as it almost became a race to seek shelter and not get soaked. It was a futile effort though cause the rain only intensified and we were absolutely drenched upon reaching my jeep.
We laughed about it though as we just embraced our fate, managing to sneak in a kiss in the constant down pour spilling from above.
I unlocked the doors, closed hers after she got in, then ran around the front of the car to get inside. All in a single blur of a maneuver to quickly seek sanctuary in the dry vehicle.
My door slammed, effectively muting and blotting out the outside world. Nothing but our breathing and the sound of the rain hitting the metal roof could be heard.
By instinct I inserted my key into the ignition only to be met with her hand that halted the turn.
"I need you now." Chimed in my thoughts again as we said nothing, staring at each other while slowing closing the distance.
The raindroplet soundtrack soon increased while we embraced and kissed, ever so intoxicated by each others tender yet aggressively fueled passion.
She was dripping wet from the torrential weather outside, her hair weighed down, shoes soaked, and the front of her shirt clung tightly to her stomach.
I took notice of how that cling exposed her bra in a see through type fashion. Dark turquoise under a faded white top. Colors I didn't want to see on her anymore. Clothing I had to get rid of and throw far far away.
