“I was scared.”
She laughed and reached for her glass of wine. Her full breasts moved beneath the camisole as she did and I couldn’t help but stare.
“Of course you were, that’s obvious. But why?” Her lips glistened with her vibrant red lipstick. Beckoning.
“Everything is happening so fast, so many changes in the way I’m thinking about myself. There’s so much to think about…and I’m not certain what I want. And tonight…” I stumbled on my words, “tonight it was there, the opportunity. It could have happened, really happened.”
“And what would have been so wrong with that?”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t ready, I knew I wasn’t…” I could have gone on, but my excuses would have fallen on deaf ears. She didn’t think the way I did.
“I think that a lot of what you dream about you’d really like t
