Sunday Chase Pt 01

*This is the first work I have done to test the response and feedback. Hopefully will turn into a full series if their is interest. Fully fictional and open to feedback and ideas* *Short read*

Its turning out to be a busy Sunday morning. I cannot believe I have adjusted my schedule in life so much just to see you. Wandering through the aisle of the grocery store, the bustle of people shopping, plastic crinkling, and the squeaky pitch of metal rubbing against metal. She shopping cart is light, as I move through the aisles, and suddenly, you are there, rounding a corner.

The whole reason I adjusted my Sundays was to see you, catch glimpses of you, my heart immediately racing like a drum pounding in my ears at the mere sight of you. The way your smile lights up in excitement when you find the perfect snack, the way your brow furrows in concentration when reading a label, the methodical way you scan the shelved, I cannot help but sneak glances at you, cast sideways glances as I pretend to go about my own shopping.

It has been weeks, finding you more and more shopping at the same time. My knees shake, inside im screaming for your gaze, notice me, see me, and yet, you seem so far away. I shift nervously from foot to foot, my legs feel weak and heavy at the same time, my skin already flushing at the sight of you. I dont even know your name, but you dominate my thoughts, every week drags by until Sunday when I see you again.

Suddenly, the familiar pang of jealousy hits, the reason I havent even approached you rounds the corner. A young man with soft well groomed flowing hair. I watch as he approaches you, holding out some snack to your view. I feel a quick surge of anger as I cant hear the conversation, but see the smile that blooms on your face, the gentle giggle that escapes your lips, and the yearning inside that it was myself that caused that reaction in you.

I quickly move down the aisle, every inch closer to you seems like a dream, fuzzy, and the feeling of a fantasy. I cast a quick side eyed glance, and for a brief moment, your eyes glance at me. Time seems to slow and still, and what is a quick contact seems like an eternity to me, but just a split second for you.

Its not until I reach the end of the aisle and turn the corner that i realize my breath has been held, my lungs burn as i take a deep breath, the fuzzy feeling begins to dissipate. How do you always make me feel this way, how do you turn me from a confident and proud man to a weak and flustered mess?

I take a couple seconds to catch my breath before proceeding down the next aisle, you dont know it, but I purposely move in opposite directions down each aisle just to see you longer, to cast as many glances as I can, to feel you brush past, every laugh, every smile, every movement you make like a fantasy come true for me.

Again, you round the corner, my eyes scanning shelves as I pick up a random item. I pretend to explore the back label, and take the chance to watch you from the side, hiding my true action of taking in the sight of you. Dressed in jeans that are faded with a couple tears in the knees, they hug your hips and butt in the most delicious way. The light fitted tshirt that adorns your body does little to hide the curves and dips of your body, the fabric flows and shifts with your movements that give a me a mental image of the beauty that lies beneath. The delicate touch of your hands, your nails natural and painted but chipping indicating your touch of feminine charm but casual comfort with not feeling the need to impress anyone. The soft curve of your neck, gentle, smooth, and the perfect visage for my lips to explore. Your face is bright and joyful, your lips have a light shade of lipstick, your eyes are bright and welcoming, the way your hair perfectly frames your face. I cant help but fully glance at you as you tuck a straw lock of hair behind your ear.

I can feel the familiar stirrings of lust, of want, of need for you. The tight feeling in my chest, the way my member stirs in my pants, twitching as i fight back the arousal that always builds within me. I set the box in my hands back in my basket, and continue down the aisle towards you. As i pass by you I wonder where your companion has wandered off too, envious of your presence in his life, but the thought quickly melts away as I pass you. This time the airflow pushes your scent to my nose. I breath deeply, registering the soft scent of vanilla, mixed with a subtle tone of jasmine and the hint of your natural scent. The smell goes straight to my head and steels my resolve.

As the next aisle approaches, i work up my courage, this will be the first time i speak to you. I take another deep breath, and i make sure to catch your eye this time. Giving a smile as I move down the aisle, you finally glance my way, our eyes lock, and unlike the quick side glances, or the casual looks, this moment, there is an obvious connection that occurs. A polite smile blossoms on your face which I return. I move closer, my basket accidentally bumping your due to me watching you and not where I am going. "Oops, excuse me."

Your voice slips from your lips like music to my ears soft, melodic, "They should really make these aisles wider."

Your words are quick, casual, yet mean the entire world to me. You dont know it, but you just made my entire week with a simple sentence. I tug my cart away from yours, as I speak "But how would I get to bump into you if they were wider." the courage to speak more than few words is a struggle, my nervousness hidden but consuming every fiber of my being.

I cant be certain, but I notice a small blush creep across your cheeks, and a small innocent giggle slips from your lips. the way your eyes brighten, the way you glance away then back flirtatiously, its a response better than I could ever hope for. "Thank you," you respond before continuing down the aisle.

My world comes crashing back to reality as the familiar man that accompanies you every Sunday saunters down the aisle with fresh vegetables in hand. I Hear him, my anger flaring that this one single private moment of connection interrupted before I can say more. I hear his voice, "Thats the last bit, ready to go?" his voice is probably handsome and attractive by normal standards, but to me, its grating and irritating only because its directed at you. My jealousy flares yet again as I watch you both exit the aisle towards the registers. My heart a mix of envy towards the man, longing and need for you, and a small touch of confidence that I finally spoke words to you. Erotic images of you run through my mind, and in this moment my resolve turns from wishful thinking to concrete certainty. This is the beginning, I will catch your eye again, and I will build on this spark until its a raging inferno of need between us. Next Sunday, our shopping trip will be different, next Sunday...