We lock eyes across the room. God, you look so good. That smile, those eyes, how on earth did we date and never fuck each other?! Now it's too late. We both came to this party with other people. We aren't the types of people that cheat on their partners are we? Well flirting isn't a crime is it? We both look away and pretend to be more interested in whatever conversation we just zoned out of.
I didn't even want to come to this party. It was a shit week at work and my partner and I had been fighting in the car on the way over. I told him I wanted to stay home but he insisted the party would be fun. We both agreed we would dip out early if it turned out to be lame.
An hour or so goes by. Next thing I know you're coming over to say hello. We smile, hug, your embrace feels good, strong.
"It's good to see you", I say.
"You too, you look amazing!" you reply.
Suddenly we realize we're still hugging and immediately we both let go, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves. Our dates are on the other side of the room, engaged in separate yet equally enthralling conversations, laughing and talking, neither one paying any a attention to our encounter. We reenact the usual song and dance, asking each other 'what's new' and 'how's work' blah blah blah. Our lips are moving but we're both fucking each other with our eyes. I want so badly for you to just pull me into the downstairs bathroom, lift me up onto the sink and fuck my brains out. I've replayed this scenario in my mind before but for some reason tonight, it's playing out in my head with such vivid detail.
Suddenly, you lean in and say, "Meet me in the downstairs bathroom in 5 minutes and knock three times so I know it's you."
I don't answer but instead watch you walk away with my mouth slightly ajar. I'm so caught off guard by your forwardness that I don't know what to do or say. I stand there for a moment. I look over at my date who's still busy conversing about nonsense I don't care about.
I should just assume you were joking and find another conversation to join. It would be easy to ignore you, pretend I didn't hear you properly. But a little voice inside me says 'finish your drink and go downstairs'. It's probably the alcohol talking but...I listen. I down the rest of my Sauvignon blanc like it's apple juice and head downstairs, knocking twice as soon as I get to the bathroom. If I hesitate, I may not go through with this.
You don't answer right away, making me wonder if you really were joking.
