Struggle For Control | By : PiratesWench Category: S through Z > Secret Window Views: 3851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mort sat in the driveway for a moment before
mustering enough self-esteem to get out of his vehicle. He took several deep breaths while he walked
up to the front door. His mind was
silent save for his own thoughts.
She already said that she likes me…of course we didn’t really talk
about ourselves very much – in fact, we don’t even know each other, not
really. Great, she likes some shell
version of me. Is that bad? God, I think too much. Mort had let his mind drift a bit too much
and he didn’t realize that he was standing in front of the door. I’m acting like I’ve never dated
before. I used to date all the time
before I was married. Get it together,
Mort. He rang the doorbell.
Karen answered the door, Julia in her arms and a
smile on her face. “Hi there,” she said
sweetly.
“Hello,” Mort said to her. He smiled at Julia. “Hey
you.” Julia giggled at him.
“Come on in, Alex’ll be out in a…”
Alex’s voice interrupted her. “Alex is already out.”
Mort felt his face redden. May as well have acne and a cracking voice at the rate I’m
going. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better actually. Still a little sore, but nothing I can’t deal with.”
He took a moment to look at Alex. She looked quite a bit drentrent than she
had on Friday. She was in a black skirt
and a sheer red blouse; her dark hair was partially pulled up, away from her
face. His physical attraction to her
grew. Alex was having the same
thoughts. Mort was a bit “disheveled”
when she’d met him, but she found it to be cute. Now that he was standing before her a bit more “groomed”, as it
were, she found him to be just short of breathtaking.
“Are you ready?” he asked, unsurely. “I mean, you know, to, uh, go?”
Alex smiled.
“Let me get my coat.”
“My coat,” Karen chuckled.
Alex pulled Karen’s leather coat out of the closet
and put it on. She walked to Karen and
kissed the top Julia’s head. “Mommy’ll
be back later, sweetie. Be a good
girl.”
“Like she could be anything else,” Karen said. “Now, quit stalling and get going.”
Alex felt her face turn crimson. She turned to look at Mort, who was
fidgeting with his car keys. “Excuse
her, she forgets what it’s like to date.”
“I’m a bit rusty myself,” Mort said shyly. He and Alex walked out of the house and to
his car. His Nissan was in the shop,
the damages being repaired, so for now he was driving a red Cavalier. He >He opened the door for her and she sat down,
taking a deep breath as she did so. He
got in on the other side and started the car.
“Our plans, um…we really didn’t make any.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about that earlier.”
“I was at a restaurant here a month or so ago and,
well, it was good and…” God, listen
to this! I’ve gotta snap out of it or
else there’s no point in leaving this driveway. Relax, be Mort Rainey.
“Anyway, it’s Italian. Is that
O.K.?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alex?”
“Hm?”
“I’m going to be honest with you – I haven’t dated
since my divorce and I’m nervous as hell.
I’m attracted to you – very attracted – and sitting this close to you
and not kissing you is just adding to the tension that’s already incredibly
evident right now.” Mort took a breath,
then continued by saying. “I haven’t
left the driveway yet, so feel free to run.”
Alex sat wide-eyed.
“Uh…did I mention that Italian’s good?”
“Yeah.” Scared
her off without me. No…
Alex took notice of the panicked look in Mort’s
eyes. I want to kiss you too… “If you want to kiss me so badly, why not
just to it and let the tension go?”
This was certainly not the answer that he’d
expected. “Joke?”
Alex shook her head. “Kiss me. I mean, who
made up the rule that it has to happen at the end of the date?”
Mort didn’t hesitate, if he would have, he wouldn’t
have been able to do it. He leaned over
his seat and Alex move her face closer to his.
Their lips met and a burst of energy filtered through his body. He parted Alex’s lips with his own and found
his hand reaching behind her neck, pulling her closer. He felt his pulse quicken and he forced
himself to pry away from her.
Alex’s face was flush and she smiled widely. “No excuse to be awkward with each other
now, huh?”
“I don’t think so.”
***
Author’s Note: I apologize if there
was too much cheese there, but sometimes that just happens. No, this will not be a perfect relationship,
even if, on the outside, it seems so.
Don’t be discouraged ;-) – Keep reading, please.
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