It was only a brief glimpse, but as she situated herself Mark had an unobstructed view of her crotch. A small smile played on her lips as she watched his eyes go wide. She really wasn’t sure why she was teasing him, but the look on his face made her feel a little giddy.
“Nothing to drink?” she inquired.
“Their soda machine was broken, so I thought I’d have a beer and maybe you’d want a glass of wine,” he answered as he headed to the kitchen.
“Ooh, wine and McDonalds, how fancy,” she chuckled.
When he returned he sat a full glass of white wine in front of her and took a seat on the other end of the couch. They both began to eat, making small talk between bites. She was at a loss to where the wine had come from, as far as she knew they didn’t have any white wine. When she asked about it he told her that he had picked it up on his way home. He figured she might like a glass to unwind with. One glass turned into three by the time they were snuggled on the couch watching the eight o’clock movie. By the end of the movie the bottle would be empty.
Completely out of the blue she asked, “So, and I’m not mad, could you tell me what possessed you to do what you did this morning?”
Swallowing the last of his second beer he turned to look directly into her eyes. “I just wanted to remind you of what you were missing out on. But in all honesty, I really hadn’t meant for it to go as far as it did, and for that I’m truly sorry,” he told her.
With a light chuckle she said, “So your objective was to, how did you put it?”
Chuckling himself he said, “Re-light your pilot light.”
“I see,” she whispered.
“Did it work?” he asked.
“There was definitely a spark, but I’m not sure if it lit all the way,” she giggled.
Mark didn’t know how to respond to that. Was she suggesting that he should do more to restart her libido, or was it just the wine talking? He was torn with indecision as he turned his attention back to the television.
When the movie ended she told him she was going to bed, but when she stood it was apparent to both of them that she was really unsteady on her feet. Standing he offered to help her down the hall, an offer she readily accepted. As he helped guide her toward her bedroom somehow the hand he had on her ribs slid up and pressed against the side of her tit. He marveled at the feel, and since she didn’t object he kept it there until they reached her door. Kissing her cheek he said goodnight and waited till she softly closed her door. He stayed outside her room listening for anything out of the ordinary, such as her falling before reaching her bed. When nothing happened and he noticed a light under the door he started to walk away but stopped after only a few steps. Turning he gazed at her door. Out of an abundance of caution he went over and opened it just enough so that he would hear if anything happened.
For the longest time sleep eluded him. He lay there staring up at the ceiling wondering what to do. Not about helping her open up, that was the least of his worries. No, what he needed to know was whether to tell her that he was falling in love with her.