This is my first attempt at writing. Hope you like it. Everyone in the story is of consenting age.
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Paul and I were sitting in a little booth in a diner in some god forsaken part of town. I was drinking coffee as he was eating pancakes. We had bumped into each other and decided to catch up over coffee. We'd been there talking for a couple hours already. He'd gotten married and had a steady job. I'd told him that I was getting a divorce and I was inbetween jobs. The usual stuff people say when trying to reconnect.
"Kora, you've got to try these pancakes, they are great."
"Thanks but I'm good with just coffee."
I smile and take another sip of the coffee. It's not great but it's warm and that beats the snow outside. I look at his almost finished pancakes and think of asking him for a bite.
"So do you have any plans after this?" He asked, jerking me out of my pancake longing stare.
"Just going to go back to my hotel room, probably drink and pass out." I half smile
He wipes his mouth with his napkin and puts a $20 on the table.
"Come on Kora, let's go." He stands and heads for the door.
I blink and get up following him feeling small compared to him. With me at 5' 6" and him at 6' 1" I think almost anyone would feel small standing near him. As we walk through the parking lot I look at my reflection in a car window. My boobs looking bigger then the C cup they were normally because of the coat I had on.
As soon as we are in his car he turns to me and looks at me as if he's studying me. I feel myself start to blush.
"What is it Paul?"
"You still have beautiful eyes. And your hair is still the beautiful blond color it has always been. It's longer then I remember it though. "
I smile and start to look away but he catches my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. I stare into his eyes. I lean in a little bit, willing him to kiss me. Wanting to feel his lips on mine. He leans in slowly then stops before our lips touch. I try to move my lips to his but his hand on my chin prevents me from moving any further.
"Which hotel are you at?" He asks as he pulls away and starts his car.
I exhale quietly and dig in my purse for the room key. I find it and give it to him.
"The Flamingo Inn? What the hell kinda name is that for a hotel?" He laughs as I shrug and take back the key.
As he starts driving I sit back in my seat and close my eyes feeling tired from the events of the week. A fight with my soon to be ex husband leading to a divorce which left me with a ton of money to spend after selling back my wedding ring. I breathe in and out deeply a few times and start to doze off.