New jeep. Nice. I left the fence with him today at lunch with the pretext of checking it out. And I did, really. It was a very nice jeep. Brand new. It had all the bells and whistles of a new vehicle. It also had some very minor hail damage, so he got it for a steal. "Get in," he said. So we sat there and he showed off some of its features. We listened to the satellite radio- his new toy came with Sirius. Having XM, I was already familiar. But that was ok. I was content just sharing his company. After all, this was the only time I'd ever been in his presence away from the office; aside from the day he caught a ride with me to Chief's retirement ceremony.
He sat beside me that day. I think, unconsciously, I tried not to touch him, but the chairs were too close together. Much as I attempted to mask my nervousness at his close proximity, he still noticed, and made fun of the fact that I was practically sitting on the other guy's lap in an effort to not sit too close to him. So, I settled myself into the chair, and allowed my leg to rest against his. The heat from his thigh warmed mine, even through the cumbersome material of our uniforms.
My mind snapped back to the present when I felt the slight pressure of his hand on my lower thigh, just above the knee. He was still talking, but honestly, I no longer heard the words. Instead, I was focused on his hand, silently willing him to move it upward. He traced a gentle path along the inseam of my pants and back again before I gathered enough courage to cover his hand with my own in acquiescence.
