Paused
by Kimura
You sit in a plush red chair. You look around the room at your friends that have gathered for the party. Everyone is animated and greeting each other. The party has just begun and it still has a new feel to it; everyone is waiting for what the night will bring.
The door swings open and in walks someone you have never seen before. He is tall with blond hair barely visible underneath a brown, worn baseball cap. He steps in and greets your host. The two obviously know each other well. He takes a quick gaze around the room. His eyes finally fall on yours.
You realize his eyes are a brilliant sky blue as you stop breathing. His cheeks are colored red from being outside in the cold. He’s gorgeous. He gives you a quick glance up and down and finally breaks into a smile. It almost seems you have all the time in the world to adore him. You start down at his sneakers, which still have some snow clinging to them. You travel up to his slate blue jeans that fit him very loosely; a black belt holds them in place. Even though it is snowing, he only has on an orange t-shirt, covered by a black fleece vest for warmth.
You meet his eyes again. Suddenly, you wish the rest of the night would last forever. You can picture yourself warming up to him, introducing yourself, telling a joke to break the ice. Your entire plan unfolds in your head as you return his smile. And you know in your heart that he will understand you and want to spend time with you. Then you’ll find a corner of the room and you can discover what he tastes like . . .
And then he turns as the door opens again. He hugs the girl and then pulls her in for a kiss, brushing his fingers tenderly against her flushed cheek.
Just then, your boyfriend returns from the kitchen and grazes his lips against your neck. “Miss me, baby?”
“Yes,” you lie. “Of course I did.”