“Shit… That’s deep,” he breathed heavily as he picked up his bourbon and lofted it into the air. “Here’s to expanded horizons.”
I clinked my glass against his and stared longingly into his eyes. It made him a little uncomfortable, maybe because he broke the contact and stared down at the table.
“There’s something I have wanted to tell you, Calvin,” I said nervously. I sat my glass down and placed my hands upon the table. I could feel them shiver, and I grasped the edge of the table. If I could just say it and get it over with, it would all be over and done with.
“Really,” he mused; his curiosity peaked as to what was making me turn into a puddle in front of him. “What?”
I took a deep breath, and a memory shot through me. Freshman year… I passed by this guy every day in one of my first classes here. He caught my eye then, too. Of course, I never even talked to him. He scared me. My feelings scared me. How had I not realized this before? He sat behind me, and I passed him every time I walked out of the classroom. I would glance at him in the side of my eye. He was just as handsome and virile then. His quietness and studiousness always surprised me. He was the smartest guy in the room, and the teacher loved him. What the fuck class was it?
“We had a class together our freshman year. I bet you didn’t know that did you?” I changed the subject. I was a fucking coward. “I can’t remember the class, though. But I remember you. You sat behind me, and you always wore those tank tops. You had nice arms. I’m sure you still do.”
“Oh, I remember. How can someone forget meeting the great Mason McKendrick for the first time.” He smirked, but his eyes showed surprise that I remembered.
“I think I was in awe of you even then,” I said quietly. “You were so handsome and strong and silent behind me. I think I…”
“You’re kidding me, right. I stared at you the whole class,” his mouth dropped open, and a deep red blush rushed over his face.
“Stared at me, huh?” I grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
“Mason, what the fuck are we doing?” he asked, confusion heavy upon his voice.
“What I wished I would have done my freshman year,” I stood up and leaned over the table and placed my lips gently against his. His mouth tightened before he let go, and we shared our first kiss. Tingles ran over my body as the heat from his lips entered mine. His eyes flew open, and he pulled back.
“Mason?” he paused and stared at me. “I… uh… I… gotta go. Sorry.” And before I knew what was happening, he was running out the door, leaving me there still shivering from my first kiss with another man.
Was it that bad?
No. It was perfect. He just doesn’t understand what it meant.
I picked up the glass and downed the amber liquid and laid down a twenty on the table to pay.
I walked home with wings on my feet.
It was a start, but it was not the end.
