It was late. It was cold outside, but the fire kept the house warm. I sat in my chair, waiting. I had been waiting for her for weeks now. I drummed my fingers on the chair, growing more and more impatient as the seconds tick by. I check my watch. 7:30. my heart races, she’ll be here soon. My mind was racing, I hadn’t seen her since shed left, and now she’s coming back to me. I check myself in the mirror again. Was I going to be how she remembered me? I stood up, paced back and forth. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It had been too long since I had held her; felt her body pressed against mine. I can still remember her beautiful body, her long brown hair, her eyes… I try and think of something else. We’re just friends now; we broke things off when she moved away. We’re just to friends catching up, having dinner, drinking some wine. Just friends… but still.

I hear a knock on the door, my heart starts racing, my body tenses. It’s her, finally. I try to keep my stride even, try not to race for the door. I grab the knob, take a deep breath, and opened the door. The sight of her made me weak in the knees. There she was, just as I remembered her. Her long brown hair, her beautiful smile, her eyes… but that wasn’t all. She had dressed up for me; she was wearing a short black dress. Her body was better than I had remembered. The dress emphasized everything about her, her beautiful neck and breasts, her long legs leading up to her perfect butt. I felt my whole body tense as I looked her up and down, trying to hold myself back, but from the instant I saw her, I knew I wanted to completely ravage her. She stood in the doorway, sheepish smile on her face. She looked nervous and excited, happy to see me. She must have seen me my reaction, because her smile became wider.

“Hey there stranger” her voice was music, it made my stomach do back flips. Does she know what she’s doing to me?

“Well hello there beautiful’ I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s hard. Her smile grows even more

“can I come in?” she asks so sweetly, so innocently I can barley bring myself to speak.
“You know you’re always welcome in my home.” I stand aside and let her walk in. she passes me and I can smell her perfume. I savor it, I remember it. She walks into the living room

“looks like your doing well for yourself” she turns to look at me over her shoulder, still smiling mischievously.

“But it looks like it could use a woman’s touch.” I knew what else could use a woman’s touch at that moment… but I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. She was just a friend, don’t get you hopes up.

“I’m glad you like it, it seems your doing well for yourself too. Looks like New York has made you even more beautiful” her eyes light up, and she lets out a little laugh.

“thank you, you always know what to say to make a girl feel special.” she drops her purse on the chair and turns to me. “So… what’s the plan? I thought someone was going to treat me to dinner” she steps closer to me; I feel a chill roll down my spine.

“Dinner is almost ready; I hope Italians still your favorite.” I smile when I see her eyes light up. She loved my cooking, always had.

“My god, I haven’t had a home cooked meal in ages. You know how lousy of a cook I am.”

“I remember you trying to surprise me on my birthday with your cooking and we nearly had to call the fire department.” we both laughed, the memory of that day still fresh in our minds. It was awhile ago, we were both so in love then.

“Well, lead the way darling” she teased me, she always called me darling. I ate it up.

We finally sat down to dinner. She told me all about her new life in New York. She loved her work, and loved the city.