I couldn’t keep my eyes off the man across the bar from me.
At that moment, I wished that I had dressed up for my flight to Paris.
When our eyes met for a moment, a wave rushed through my body, an unfamiliar feeling I had never experienced. It was like I had found all the answers I was looking for.
I dropped my gaze, turning to the drink in front of me. I needed to calm my nerves. Flying made
Slowly, my eyes drifted back to the man, who was now looking down at his phone.
He was breathtaking… Large to the point that he almost looked comical in his barstool.
His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me he must’ve spent quite a lot of time in the gym. He had chocolate-brown hair, mesmerizing dark-green eyes, and a jaw that could’ve cut through diamond.
His lips were luscious and full, and I unconsciously leaned in, imagining how it would feel to press my lips against them. I imagined what I might do if I were the sort of person that was confident enough to approach him.
I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities…
“What’s your name?” I would ask from across the bar.
He would smile and bring his drink along to sit right next to me.
Then he would lean in and whisper his name into my ear, his lips grazing my earlobe.
“Meet me in the bathroom,” I would wink before walking away.
I would feel his eyes burning the back of my neck.
A few moments later he would burst through the door, his eyes dripping with desire.