Waiting game.

‘Waiting isn’t an easy thing to do’ I think to myself as I sit across the table from my date. I look at him and inspect his features. Strong shoulders, newly shaven face, and a wonderful sexy smile, like a little boy just wanting to be spanked. My eyes slowly travel down his arm, to look at the table where our hands are joined together. I very lightly begin to trace my finger across the palm of his hand, and I write out three words explaining what is going on in my head ‘I want you’.
I think back to how we met and how long it has taken us to get to this moment. I’m kind of a geek and I played games online and found him in one of those games, we met and chatted for a while and became good friends but eventually we realized that we had strong feelings for each other. From the moment we confessed this attraction I have wanted to meet him and after he got off time from work and me from school we finally have made it happen.
At that moment he looks up and smiles at me, so sweetly but with that hint of naughtiness that has been radiating from him all night. As I get lost looking at him the waitress brings our dinner out. We eat our fabulous dinner and chit-chat for the rest of the night as I watch the clock. Every once in a while I let my foot trail a little up his leg and he looks up and smiles. He reaches across the table for my hand and I give it to him and I feel him trace his fingertip along my palm. It takes me a moment to realize that he is writing something on my palm ‘me too’. I look up at him with curiosity in my eyes and he points to his palm, the one I wrote my little message on and I blush.
We finish dinner and he pays the bill as we leave the restaurant. Outside we walk over to his car and he goes to open the door for me but changes his mind as he lightly yet forcefully pushes my back against the door. He hesitantly kisses my lips and relaxes as I begin to kiss him back. He gently kisses my neck before moving up to whisper in my ear “Our waiting isn’t quite over yet love” as he reaches behind me to unlock the door. As he opens the door I trail my hand along his arm.
We make our way to his apartment with some idle talking, about nothing in particular but enough to keep my mind from straying to what the rest of the night brings. When we get there we walk to the door hand in hand and he unlocks the door for me and ushers me in. I take a moment to glance around the apartment, surprised at how neat and tidy it is. He takes my attention away from the apartment and back to him by closing the door and once again pushing me against a door.