Yearning for Love
forward. One thing about me is I don’t have a problem going after what I want.” He’d said it and was sticking to it.  And, suddenly his stomach gurgled, and it wasn’t as much from hunger as it was from the excitement bubbling with anticipation of spending an entire evening with a mysterious, beautiful woman.
    Her eyebrows pinched together as she walked away from him to sit on the couch. “Your food is getting cold.”
    “I don’t know what it is about you making me use unorthodox methods, but I assure you, this is not how I operate.”
    She opened the fast food bag removing the salad and his sandwich. “Oh, somehow I suspect unorthodox methods are what you use to lure unsuspecting women into your web.”
    He pulled the boxy chair around the opposite side of the coffee table and sat down.  Unwrapping the cold hamburger, he took a bit quickly washing the nasty flavor of imitation charbroil and strong onions, down with the milkshake that remained thick and creamy.
    “I thought you weren’t hungry or are you eating because I’m making you nervous?” He asked tilting the straw of the shake until it touched his lips.
    Nicole stabbed a chuck of chicken with her fork putting it in her mouth. “As grateful as I am to you, I’m not having sex with you tonight.”
    He coughed spitting milkshake from his mouth after her comment. The chocolate mixture spilled down the front of this sweater. “Whoa! Where did that come from?”
    “So you aren’t expecting any type of payment for helping me earlier?”
    “Hell no! I’m definitely not expecting sex as payment.”
    “Then why are you hovering over me?  You have to want something for your trouble.”
    “All I want is to talk to you!” His baritone voice deepened as he raised his voice.
    “Okay!” She shouted back. “We’ll talk.  I’ll warn you; I’ve had encounters with men like you.  I will not be easily taken by your charm.”
    “Charm?  You think I’m charming,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.
    “Well, you’re handsome, easy to talk with; both those are catalyst for leaving women broken hearted in the end.”
    “Nicole, what man has broken your heart?”
    “We can talk about anything but my love life.  Do you want to talk about your breakup with Mary Ann?
    “Her name’s Mary Ellen and no I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “Don’t you demand closure to move forward?  How long were you with her?”
    “Tonight I got the truth and closure flushed down with the eight months of suspicion I spent with her.”
    “How she did you was awful, Walker.  Relationships are hard for single people.  How couples maintain a relationship when children and ex-spouses are involved is beyond me.”
    Walker folded the wrapping paper around the uneaten burger and tossed it in the bag.  “Getting to know the man or woman is the key to a happy relationship.  I look at my brother and Patty.  He knew she was the one for him and didn’t stop until she realized the same.”
    Nicole nodded adding dressing to her salad and taking another bite. “They are great together.  Patty doesn’t just love Jeremy, she adores him, and he worships her.”
    “Yeah, love of that caliber doesn’t happen for everyone.”  He reached over with a napkin and wiped the smudge of salad dressing from her upper lip. He shocked himself with the move and stood up.  “I should go and let you get ready for the hen party tonight.”
    She stretched thrusting her chest upward causing his hormones to spike.  To control his awakening libido, he gathered the trash on the table and dumped it in the wastebasket by the closet door.  He looked down at his shirt.  The stain from the chocolate shake caused an unsightly pattern in the center of his chest.  He pulled the sweater over his head unearthing the shirt he wore underneath from the waist of his pants.
    His head turned in Nicole’s direction catching her watching him.  He knew he was in great shape.  Operating an automotive shop

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