He was already seated in a booth, semicircular and dark, when she arrived, she sat beside him, gave him a elfin kiss on the cheek. "You look wonderful," he oozed, she agreed that he'd kept himself in shape.
"You always liked the Estancia Pinot Noir, didn't you?" he asked, and ordered the waiter to bring a bottle. Over a shared stuffed portabella, steaks medium rare and a slice of cheesecake they caught up. He liked the new city, he divulged, the work was good, the urban scene exciting. He'd had a couple of girlfriends since he'd moved, nothing out of the ordinary, certainly not anything to hold a candle to Linda.
She told of her accomplishments, asserted she wasn't dating anyone special; that was a little fib, if you asked Curt he would have said she was his girlfriend, but Linda felt she was just marking time with him, she'd already nixed both a proposal and an offer to move in with him.
The first time Danny and Linda touched, an innocent gesture while they were both stretching for the last bites of mushroom, she felt the old rousing shock, that jolt that tells you you're alive, this man you're with is exciting. When he put his hand on hers between courses, she didn't pull away, in fact she traced his index finger with hers. And when he suggested a walk to the Market after dinner, she gladly accepted, no part of her wanted this night to end.
Three blocks later they sat at an outdoor bistro, the warm breeze brushed her face, he recollected she enjoyed cinzano, a glass was placed in front of her. When he reached for her hand, she gladly let him hold it, and when she placed a hand on his thigh he sighed in pleasure.
They walked further, in a darkened portico he pulled her to him, she failed to object, the first meeting of their lips was slight, and yet it brought back the mindfulness of the good days, his breath sweet, his lips soft and yielding. They broke, and it was she that pressed back, held him tight.
"Come up to my room," he proposed. There was no hesitation, immediately came the convergence, "Yes." They nearly sprinted the two blocks, the elevator ride was torture, when they hit the bed together they were both roasting.
She remembered how he made love to her, when he cupped her breast just so she groaned in anticipation, the length of his penis was as amazing as she'd recollected, his mouth still knew just how to lovingly anger her clit, and when they were joined she relished the old, familiar and much desired movements. They moaned together, he ensured she was fulfilled before he allowed himself completion.
They lounged on the sheets, naked and unashamed of their love making, she rediscovered the crannies of his wonderful body with her eyes and hands. They might have slept, only to rouse each other with passion, she anticipated waking up beside him with the next dawn.
But she had needs, she trundled to the bathroom. While she relieved her bladder, she wondered at the evening, recollected many others in the past, allowed a thought that perhaps, just perhaps, there would be sequels in the future, they'd both grown so much since the breakup.
And when she opened the door to her man, her future, she heard the loud bass and viewed the black and red SportsCenter logo on the television screen.
