Collections: Desk Job, Empassioned, Winter's Darkest Desires
Editor(s): Lon Sarver
Cover Art Credits: Photos by Felixcasio & Alexander Ishchenko at Dreamstime.
Production Editor(s): Erika L. Firanc
Proofreader(s): emmajcobbs, Erika L Firanc
Length: Short Story (3,400 Words)
Publication Date: November 9, 2012
Serialization Date: January 23, 2016
Archive(d) on January 30, 2016
Tags: bar, f/m, het, holiday, Short Story, winter
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“I’m avoiding you,” she said.
“I know,” he said. “I’m not letting you.”
He casually put his hand on her back, left it there for a minute with the barest hint of a squeeze, and smiled. She tried so hard to not show any sort of reaction, but her inner thermometer almost burst. He had never touched her before.
Her eyes fluttered a bit and squeezed shut for a second. She was embarrassed.
“You can try, but I’m not going to make it easy,” he said, smiling and heading back to the bar. He was an unrelenting flirt. But then again, so was she.
He walked away and she rested her forehead on the glass of the jukebox for a second, counting to ten, reinforcing her strength, her cool distance. At best, it might make her more attractive. At worst, it would help her maintain emotional control.
Then she headed back to the bar.
He touched her a lot. She would find a way to move from him, but it always seemed like he was there. His hand on her back. Her shoulder. Gesturing to her in conversation by touching her elbow. Her brain was starting to scramble. She started to think asking him to touch her wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“You look good tonight,” he said when they were alone. “So do you,” she replied. He was wearing a shirt she really liked. Red flannel. She wanted his arms around her wearing that.
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