Drive

The drive home was peaceful. It was dark and no other cars existed on the two lane curvy road. The fog was light, from the rain earlier in the day, and the moon was half.  There seemed to be a fair amount of stars but the missing of some lead to the belief there was cloud cover. The radio blared and she drove faster than needed, but she was too lost in thought to focus on all things driving at the same time.
His lips were soft and his kiss always tasted of mint. Often, she wanted to tell him to spit out the gum, but the sweetness was welcome. She couldn't get the taste of him out of her mind. As she drove, she remembered the feel of his lips on hers. She felt his torso between her thighs. She could recall the look in his eyes. All of this sent butterflies to flight in her stomach.
As the vivid image of his hand between her legs flashed before her eyes, she instantly went wet again. She wanted every inch of him. She wanted to touch every part of his body, to drink it in with her eyes, to lay beside him and feel his warmth. She wasn't excited about a few quick stolen moments, she wanted to know all of him, and that scared her more than she was willing to admit. She had already allowed him deeper into her than she let most people, and that left her open and vulnerable. She wanted to close the door and run away before he could get any closer or delve any deeper into her closed exterior. She didn't have the strength yet to leave.
The road continued before her and she was ready to be home. The bag in the passenger seat contained concoctions enough to help her numb her senses. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to be numb. She wanted to forget about the look he had when their eyes locked. She wanted to forget about the feel of his hands on her thighs. She wanted to forget about his soft lips on hers and the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She wanted to forget it all and just be numb.
Too soon the drive ended as she pulled into the garage. She quickly exited the vehicle, walked around and removed the bag along with her personal belongings and made her way into the kitchen. She set the bag down on the counter. She grabbed a cold one as she placed the rest in the fridge, and popped the top. Much too soon the contents were gone and she poured herself a mixed drink. As she swallowed deeply, she thought to herself, she would feel this tomorrow.
She sank into the recliner as her phone buzzed notifying her of a message. Her heart skipped, but as she looked at it, it was from a friend. She had hoped it was him,but knew better. She responded to the message and sent out a few others to see if she could catch a few bites. She had been so wrapped up in work lately, she had completely abandoned her social life. She felt sure the welcome distraction of old friends was needed to help replace some of the time she currently monopolized on him. About that time, the cat came from his normal corner and wrapped himself around her legs. She reached down to pet him and he climbed into her lap. She answered a few more text messages, finished her drink, then went to the bedroom to shower. As she undressed, she allowed herself once more to think back to memories of the two of them together. It bothered her she couldn't seem to get him out of her head. It bothered her more that her body screamed at the memories as if they were happening, and to know he had that type of physical power over her. She stepped into the water and felt it wash over her. She closed her eyes as she allowed the water to wash over her face and again she felt the stir of the butterflies as the look in his eyes, and softness of his lips came to memory again. She quickly turned and opened her eyes, as to concentrate more on the task at hand. As she washed her body, she felt his hand in place of her own, and the shivers ran through her. She finished quickly and turned the water off before stepping out to wrap a robe around herself. She worked on drying off her body and applying lotion. She dressed and went back to the kitchen to make another drink. On her way back to the bedroom, she picked up her phone. She climbed in bed, set down her drink, turned on the television, and looked at her phone when her heart skipped and her breath caugh. He had messaged. She took a drink before settling in to decide what to do next.