"More of a puzzle actually. Here let me warm up your breakfast for you."
I really tried to just focus on eating my breakfast, but that wasn't possible. Hopelessly impossible. Anna was such a distraction! How could one focus on eating when you had her to look at, her hair damp from her shower with her smile so bright and vivacious.
She was the soul of freshness and everything wholesome and worth having in life. Would this really be my life soon? Could I really expect to meet those dancing green eyes across the table every morning from this day on? It seemed too much of a fairytale to be true. My gaze not for the first time drifted down to the tide off cord that held her bathrobe together. One little tug would be all that it took.
Ahhhh! I was driving myself crazy or better put, the allure of her was driving me crazy. One more day and she would be mine! Just one more day! I could do that. Stop thinking about it.
Yeah right, like that was possible! Anna to me was like the most coveted present that I could ever have asked for or even dreamed of and I longed to unwrap her and discover everything there was to know about her.
"Tyre, I need to get dressed and then I'll tell you everything I know."
I nodded my gaze falling to my half eaten plate of food.
She brushed by me and stopped only for a moment. She spoke her honey smooth words directly into my ear before she kissed it and moved on, "Only one more day darling until I'm all yours."
I was still gripping the table's edge hard long after I heard the door of the bedroom close. She had the power to completely unravel me. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not.
I cleaned the kitchen up and then went to my room and changed, when I came back she was ready. We sat in opposing chairs and I struggled to maintain some sort of objectivism as I observed her. She looked a little nervous perhaps even embarrassed and I could understand why. Sharing one's life story would be something incredibly embarrassing for me to even contemplate doing.
"Where do you want me to start?" She asked as her hands twisted together in her lap nervously moments before one darted up to brush a strand of her blonde hair away from her eyes.
It was one of those feminine gestures she did that I loved. During my barstool stalking days I had prayed for and anxiously waited for a strand of her hair to fall forward so I could see her do that little maneuver.