Note: This was adapted for yesterday’s #MarquessaChallenge – I’m busy with NaNoWrimo!
It was almost 9:00pm and throngs of people whizzed past the café near Central Park where he had asked me to meet him.
I blamed this crazy city for taking such a chance. What was I doing meeting a man I really didn’t know in the middle of New York City before I had to fly back home?
This is how it all went down.
The moment he sat down and said hello, something in me ignited. His cute crooked smile took me off guard. And when he saw the tattered copy of Stephen King’s Needful Things on my lap, he pulled his copy of Misery from his bag and complimented me on my great taste in authors. Like that memorable line from that movie I didn’t much like, I had to admit that he had me at hello.
For the entire six hour flight, our conversation flowed as if we had known each other forever. Handsome, intellectual, funny and unafraid to challenge me on my thoughts about the post-election events, I was intrigued and attracted when I should not have been.
The chemistry between us had been undeniable. When he asked for my number, I should have thought twice about it. But I couldn’t resist, even though I was only in town for a few days.
And when he called me, I agreed to a late coffee date.
Now, second thoughts were whirling around my head.
I should be back at the hotel, ordering room service and thinking about getting a good night’s sleep. But here I am, waiting for a handsome stranger who will probably not turn up. Hot or not, I don’t live here. I don’t even know if he lives here. What the hell am I thinking?
Just as I was about to abandon my coffee and leave, he walked through the door. Both nervous and excited, it quickly hit me that I didn’t even know his name.
He sat down, looked around nervously and smiled.
Oh my, that cute crooked smile…
We sat in silence for a moment before he reached across the table. With the touch of his hand, a fire started burning inside of me.
“This is crazy. Absolutely crazy. I feel like I’ve always known you which is totally nuts. And I don’t even know your name. ”
I knew exactly what he meant.
“Isn’t that what New York is all about? Being a little crazy? Taking chances?”
I laughed nervously and squeezed his hand. He shook his head and suddenly looked sad.
“Yeah, that’s what people say about this place but I really shouldn’t be here. I’m…married,” he whispered and looked away, ashamed.
I took a deep breath and held onto his hand tighter.
“Well, to be honest, I shouldn’t be here either. I’m married too.”
His head snapped back with surprise. Nothing about the situation was funny but yet we soon broke out in laughter.
“We’re going to burn in hell for doing what we’re doing right now.”
His lips were hypnotizing me and all I wanted was to taste them.
“We’re only talking and having coffee…right now.”
He leaned across the table and kissed me. My entire body light up with a desire for much more than a kiss.
“You taste like strawberries,” he whispered against my flavored lipgloss.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, savoring the moment.
“Yes, it is. I happen to love strawberries.”
He leaned away from me and extended his hand for a handshake.
“My name is…Harry.”
I took his hand and smiled.
“Nice to meet you Harry. I’m…Meghan.”
We kissed again but this time thoroughly, knowing that we were both lying. But we didn’t care because we’d soon be strangers making the most of the dark.
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