Its Monday again, and I find myself lost in those delicious brown eyes. That sea of amber and desert sand, they glisten in the soft lighting. Words roll from his luscious lips in a language foreign to me; I think he's English. His tan olive skin blends into the chocolate wood paneling of the bar in the mixology lab. Today we're talking about vodkas, and I am already drunk off the sight of him.
We take our stations behind the bar to practice making drinks, my hand shakes under the weight of the heavy bottle. He watches me from afar drinking me in, or so I thought. It's the last day I have this class and when our time is up his face curls into a conniving smile. We wash out the glasses and restock the bar. Everyone leaves and the room becomes quiet as the walls seem to move us closer together. He comes over and places his hand upon my shoulder and I can feel the heat through my shirt as if they were burning coals of desire.
"I'm really proud of the progress you have made in my class. You know you're my favorite student right." His voice melts me like butter. His hand gently begins to rub my shoulder ever so sweetly. "I'm really going to miss you."
I inhale and shutter violently; my desires becoming ever so clear. "I think I'm going to miss you too," I try to speak with a nonchalant attitude; my head begins to feel light. Those few seconds we stood in silence were minutes I wanted to savor. "Ummm I have to get going..." I managed to speak softly.
"Yeah you're probably right." He says. As I turn and walk towards the door I hear him sigh so benevolently. I pause before opening the door, he slowly opens his mouth to speak ... "If you're interested I teach private lessons on Saturdays, you should swing by."
I turn away slowly as my heart flutters in my chest. Yeah I managed to gasp. I wink and walk out the door and reality hits me like a brick wall.
"I can't do this, He is married," I think inside myself, but my body longs to feel his touch more than my lungs strive for air.
Saturday came so quickly and I'm walking to meet him for my lesson. My body trembles as I ponder what's going to happen next. As I walk into the lab yet again I see him across the room. I stand and simply watch him move down the bar, not knowing that I'm even there. He turns around and rests his eyes upon me with this sympathetic look that makes my body tingle and my knees too become week.