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Copyright © 2015 by Nicole Jordan
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Kyara’s Soul
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I leaned across the table and looked into Justin's brown eyes. We both smiled, that sweet slow smile of two people in love.
He reached over and took my hand, stroking my knuckles and making me shiver with desire. His touch could light a fire in me that I never wanted banked.
The tablecloth was cool under our hands, a pleasant contrast to that fire. I reached up with my other hand and moved a wine glass to the side, so my elbow could rest more comfortably.
"I went on a good inspection today," I said. "They took me seriously, which was a nice change. If they put in a good word for me, that promotion I want is looking more and more possible."
He sighed, and the moment was broken. I watched as he looked away from me and spoke in a low, sad voice.
"It would be really nice, just once, to have a date with you where you didn't talk about work. I never talk about work," he said.
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't realize. It's important to me, though. You don't want to hear about what I do?"
Justin smiled at me, the grin spreading across his face the way it only did for me. There was a promise in that smile, a promise of love and sex and all of the finer things in life. The finer things that he gave me - like this dinner, at an amazing French restaurant that I could never afford on my little government salary. I felt a small pang of guilt over that, over not being able to pay my own way.
"I want to hear all about what you do," he said. "Just not every date."
I nodded, but I was a little hurt. I didn't think I talked about work that much, really, and I wanted him to be interested in me. He was right, he didn't talk about his work very much, but he was a banker, and not passionate about what he did.
I loved my job, and didn't want to feel like I had to apologize for that.
Our date got better after that. I talked about my family and about movies coming out soon. He asked questions and appeared way more engaged, and told me about the trip he'd just taken with some of his college buddies.
We spent a lot of time just staring into each other's eyes and playing footsie under the table.
Six months ago, I was enchanted with that, and could spend an entire date barely speaking, only thinking about the touch of my skin against his and the way he looked at me, as though I were the only woman he'd ever met, the only woman he'd ever wanted.
I never thought, before I met Justin, that I'd like that, but oh, it was sweet. It felt so good to be that wanted, to be the focus of single-minded attention and devotion.
Unfortunately, after six months, I was looking for more conversation and more of a meaningful connection.
As I listened to him talk, I felt guilty again. How could I want more than this? Justin was so good to me, so thoughtful and kind. If he wanted to not have to think about work after a long week, that was hardly a crime.