I hope you will like my first ever Fiction; waiting for your valueable commnets:
We are sitting on a couch in a cafe,holding our respective cups of coffee after dinner.He is facing me...knee folded close to mine.
There is a perfect little gap between his knee and my knee.
I concentrate on ignoring it as he tells me about how he managed to escape from his colleagues and their demands of lunch on his birthday. I mean why in the candle light dinner one would want to know what had happened to the other partner in his office...?
And I was so not interested that I almost don't notice my coffee is about to spill.Almost."Woops," I say as I adjust my hand.
He looks at me, smiles, and continues his story.
I look at him...try to listen to his odd time story...And I'm still aware of the gap.Then...for what I believe to be for emphatic purposes...or in some excitement...he places his hand on my knee.
My heart races....and I must have exhibited some expression because he immediately retracts his hand."I'm sorry," he says."It's fine," I reply, sipping my coffee.
"No, I'm not like you know--" he stammers.I look at his embarrassed face and say..."No that's fine..it's okay...after all I am your wife...lol"
I take his hand and place it back on my knee. "See?" I say.
We then look at each other, then back at his hand on my knee. Suddenly we burst into laughter."Okay never mind,"
I say, laughing. "Take your hand back." I toss his hand from my knee."Thank you," he says. I take another sip and see that his leg has unfolded.
I look at him and smile. "You're welcome."