Part 1
I'm nervous but excited to finally meet you. We agreed that we would go to trivia night since it is lighthearted and fun, and the competition will help us to focus less on it being our 1st meeting after talking on the computer, the phone and the video. You tell me that you are inside at the 2nd table on the right and that you have on black pants and a red shirt. I tell you that I am wearing blue skirt and black top. I walk in and see you right away, you stand with a smile on your face and I can feel my smile too. I walk over to you and we hug, finally. It feels so nice to finally touch you, even if it is just a hello hug. I can feel your arms around me and the heat of your body. I pull back and we smile and sit down. "Time for a tequila shot" I say and you show me that you anticipated my desire by already ordering and having the shots at the table. Lime and salt for me, just lime for you.
We laugh as we take our shots, a quick clink of glasses breaking the ice even more. The warmth of the tequila fills us with a little extra courage, adding a touch of sparkle to the moment. Just as we settle back into our seats, the trivia host announces the start of the first round. We exchange a grin, both ready to show off our random knowledge and hoping we'll make a good team.
As the questions start rolling in, we lean in close to brainstorm answers, sharing whispers and quick glances. We discover our own quirky specialties--me with random literature tidbits, and you with music facts that impress everyone nearby. Between rounds, we chat easily, laughing about the bizarre questions and each other's wild guesses.
At one point, our hands brush as we both reach for the score sheet, and I feel a small jolt, a mix of excitement and comfort. You notice and give my hand a gentle squeeze, your eyes catching mine with a warm look. I feel my cheeks flush a little, but I smile, holding your gaze for a beat longer than before. The game keeps rolling on, but at this moment, trivia is the last thing on my mind.
Diving back into the game, we're barely paying attention, halfheartedly answering the questions as our focus shifts. You haven't let go of my hand, and the warmth of your touch makes it nearly impossible for either of us to concentrate. I trace soft, slow circles on your palm with my thumb, and each stroke feels like a silent exchange of words we haven't said yet. Our eyes meet, holding each other's gaze with a quiet intensity, the playful banter fading into something more electric.
As the game wraps up, you lean in close, so close that I feel your breath against my cheek. "Let's get out of here," you whisper, your voice low and inviting, "and find someplace more private where we can... talk."
My heart skips, and without a word, we share a knowing smile, both of us already imagining where the night might take us.
Part 2
Holding my hand firmly in yours, we pay the tab and step outside into the brisk night air. A shiver runs through me, and without missing a beat, you pause, pulling me close for a hug that's warm and grounding. I melt into the embrace, feeling the steady beat of your heart, our bodies fitting together naturally as we hold each other. The clean and manly scent of your body fills my senses, your arms around me providing a comfort and making me feel at ease.
As you pull me even closer, I feel you lower your head, gently nuzzling into my hair, breathing me in. The intimacy of the moment quickens my pulse, my heart beating faster with each second we stay wrapped in each other. We stand there, absorbed in the warmth, unspoken anticipation building with each shared breath in the cold night air.
I pull back slightly, gazing up at you, my heart racing as I catch the intense, searching look in your eyes. There's a silent question there, one that lingers between us, waiting for my answer. I tilt my head back, a teasing smile on my lips, and softly say, "I really hope you're getting ready to kiss me."
A gentle smile spreads across your face as you lean in, closing the distance. Your lips meet mine, soft and warm, and for a moment, the world fades. It's just the two of us, locked in that first, perfect kiss, feeling the spark we've both been waiting for finally come to life.
Our lips move together slowly, each gentle touch a perfect combination of curiosity and connection, just as I'd imagined. The feel of your soft, warm lips sends a fluttering warmth down to my stomach, each moment deepening the feeling between us. You take my bottom lip gently between yours, and I feel a shiver as your tongue traces it, soft and teasing, setting off sparks that leave me breathless. It's everything I hoped for, this slow, magnetic kiss that draws us closer, bringing a whole new layer of anticipation and excitement.
You pull back, your hand finding mine, and together we start to walk, both of us savoring the quiet excitement of what just happened. There's a comfortable silence between us, a feeling of shared anticipation as we each try not to rush things, letting the moment linger. Ahead, we spot a small, cozy-looking bar, the dim lighting and warm glow from inside inviting us in.