she’d never, ever, seen one of them eat in a place like this.
“And… what… are… we… doing here?
“Getting lunch, of course!” Brandon said. “This is one of the only places in town that I can grab a bite to eat without getting paparazzi on my ass… And the chicken’s great!”
“I pegged you for a caviar-eating guy.” She said, laughing.
The two went inside, and got a booth near the corner. Brandon took his seat first, with his back to the room. Hershey followed, except Brandon was shocked to discover that she sat right next to him, thigh to thigh. Both Hershey and Brandon were fully aware that flesh had made contact, and now the worst would inevitably happen. The more Hershey struggled to push this pussy broiling tease into the background, the more obnoxiously conspicuous it became. It was hopeless, and she pushed their watercooler chat on in despair…
“What are you getting?” Hershey asked with slightly vacant stare.
“Same thing I always get. The regular with 2 pints of maple syrup.”
Hershey’s jaw dropped open. The man she was looking at didn’t eat Roscoe’s chicken… and he didn’t get two pints of syrup. This white boy looked like a UFC fighter! How could he look so good while eating so much junk?
“How can you look like this, and eat like that?”
“Who? Me? How do I keep this tummy flat? Good sex drive.” he said with a cheeky grin and a wink.
* * *
Brandon and Hershey had eaten their bellies full. While doing so, there were gut-wrenching, maniacal, knee-slapping laughs. Stories were told. Random commonalities and coincidences were discovered. Secrets were shared. Feelings were revealed. By the time Hershey and Brandon drove home, they felt like being known each other years… Perhaps all their lives. It was one of these accidental first dates that changes you unintentionally. You meet that person and you realize somehow you’ll be in each other’s lives for a long time. You just can’t avoid it. There’s too much in common. You’re too compatible for this to simply be chance.
And ever since Hershey had scooched up to Brandon and their thighs had touched for the first time, so long as they were in the same room together, they were caressing each other, somehow, somewhere, someway...Forever. It could have been two pinky fingers pressed together when nobody could see, or if they couldn’t touch each other without being seen, they would sync up their breathing and imagine their hearts beating in unison.
Brandon escorted Hershey back to her quarters with all of the items he purchased. Perhaps he wanted to ensure that there wasn’t another mishap like the one that the store. Or, maybe it was more… Once at Hershey’s quarters, all the bags in the chair were set down, and there was nothing left standing between Hershey and Brandon making physical contact with each other. Nothing, except their clothes. Hershey was trying her hardest to ignore the tension. Come on Hershey, it’s your first day. She tried to talk herself down.
Brandon and Hershey stood before each other in their living room. Brandon reached out and held Hershey by the hands; he stared longingly into her eyes. Hershey reciprocated the same look. This was the last stand. Any final defense would be fought. Was Hershey ready for the romantic ride of her life? She knew if this went any further, it would be absolutely crazy. This is so wrong. She thought to herself. It would be either surrender, or total annihilation. Brandon, being a well honed leader as he was, charged forward with the first attack. He was an alpha male in every aspect of his life; you could count on him to do that. He leaned his head forward toward hers, so that they could exchange a soft, luscious kiss. Would their lips make contact? NO! They wouldn’t. Hershey turned her mouth away at the last minute, and Brandon’s lips crash landed near her ear.
“I’m sorry.”