Thursday, February 10, 2011

I Want Him

The morning of Liz’s wedding all I could think about was seeing Jake that night. It’s been almost a year since I’d seen him face to face.

He looked incredible.

Tabitha leans over as we’re standing at the altar and whispers, “Jake’s here.”

“I know,” I responded with a giddy grin as I stared straight ahead watching Jake get seated in the fifth row pew.

“He looks good. Who’s the chick? Damn, what is he? A dog on a leash? Look how tight her arm is around him.”

“Tabs, you’re not helping me here,” I responded to her play-by-play of Jake and the woman who had her arm gripped around his waist so tightly.

The bridal march begins and all six bridesmaids face forward. Everyone’s eyes were on Liz. She looked absolutely stunning. But I couldn’t help that my eyes were elsewhere.

He makes eye contact and I give a little upward smirk. He smiles at me and moves his mouth to the word, “Hi.”

I respond with the same silent, “Hi.”

During the reception we would glare at one another from across the room. Both of us were expecting the other to come right over, yet we seemed to keep a distance between us. Until…

I came out of the restroom only to be forced back in. Jake locked the door behind him.

“Jake, what are you…”

He pushed me against the wall, grabbed my face, and pulled me toward him with a deep, passionate kiss. I didn’t stop him. The kiss was forceful and full of intensity, yet still with such passion and emotion. The evidence of our feelings toward one another was displayed right there in the bathroom of the reception hall. He picked me up and placed me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pulled me in even closer.

Then, a knock on the door. We both sigh and slowly come to a halt.

“One minute. Someone is in here!” I call out.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he told me as we fixed our clothing and I wiped the gloss from his mouth.

“Your girlfriend is an attractive woman, Jake.”

“Yeah, we just can’t seem to get this timing thing right, can we?”

The scent of his cologne lingered on me all night. I slept in my bridesmaid dress in order to savor it.

The next morning I texted him, "I MUST see you."

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