OK so you invite me over to your place.
I arrive and knock on the door, no answer.
After a while I grab my phone to call you but there's a message there that just says "come on in, the doors unlocked and I'm out back ☺"
I oblige, walking through the echoes of an empty hallway to your back yard.
The scene out back is quite peaceful, birds chirping - the occasional cicada.
I notice the hat first.
Wide brimmed and speaking to a secret confidence.
The legs second,
Smooth and with a slight paleness that invites men to act like beasts.
The book third,
Covering half your face and demanding all your attention until you sense my presence.
The smile fourth,
My eyes meet yours and hit me with a warmth I can barely fathom. Sweet and somehow devilish at the same time as you drop the book.
Then the rest floods in. Black top, blue bikini bottoms, nothing else.
My eyes take a quick day trip along your shape.
You noticed but choose to play it cool, "hey".
"Hi, sorry I'm late."
"Don't worry about it, gave me time to catch up on some reading and enjoy the sunshine."
"I can see" my tone with just a hint of suggestion belying a second meaning and my eyebrow reflexively cocking before quickly moving on to "It's lovely out here isn't?"
"It is..." you reply steadfastly, "...and secluded."
You smile at me and I almost instinctively reach up to stop my eyebrow from cocking off of my head before remembering that I have a degree of motor control over it.
Was the second meaning implied or inferred?
"...I can sunbathe out here without worrying about the neighbours," you clarify.
"Oh right," I can't help but let out a small amount of disappointment before recovering with "I guess you only have to worry about your family bugging you."
"Haha true, but thankfully they're gone for the day which gives me this place to myself... Ourselves," you correct yourself whilst that damn smile reappears and melts me to a puddle.
You sit up on the bench and pat the space next to you. I nervously head in your direction but you cut me off with "how can you wear a jacket like that on a day like this?"
"Oh," I laugh. "I guess I got dressed before I saw the weather."
"Well put it here," you motion towards the bench you're sitting on.
I remove my jacket and fold it over the bench, now clad in black jeans and a white crew tshirt. I sit down next to you feeling a warmth, not sure if it's you or the sun. You pay no mind to me and keep reading your book.
"...What's your book about?"
"Oh it's just a book about how couples' level of trust with each other can lead to better sex."
Whilst this is not what I expected you to say it's also not that far outside your wheelhouse so to some extent hearing this actually makes me slightly less nervous.
"Oh really? Don't you think books that examine sexuality kind've take something fun and make in... I dunno... not?"
"Nope," you respond plainly, "it's actually really fascinating - you'd like it."
"Haha really? Are you going to lend it to me?"
"Maybe when I'm done... Sorry I'm right at the end of the chapter and then I'll stop."
"No worries, I'll just enjoy the sun."
I look around at the garden, the two umbrellas, enjoying the sun.
Then I continue to enjoy the real view directly to my right, not worried about being caught with you so engrossed in your book.
After a while you bring your knees up to your chest and place your feet onto the bench - I recall that when I arrived you were spread out relaxing in the sun.
Wanting to be of some use I reach out and gently clasp your ankles with my hands and pull them towards me. You look up and see my eyes meeting yours and go along with it so that your feet now rest across my lap - you lie back as before, grasping onto your hat as you shift to ensure it doesn't fall off and then settle back into your book.
