It took a long time to cook a simple meal when you were distracted by conversation, by lingering looks, by seductive touches.
It took a long time to eat a simple meal when you were sliding lazily into love with the man across from you.
She recognized the signs—the erratic beating of the heart, the bubbling in the blood that was desire. When those were tangled so silkily around dreamy smiles and soft sighs, love was definitely a short trip away.
She wondered what it would be like when she reached it.
It took a long time to say good-night when you were floating on deep, dark kisses in the doorway.
And longer still to sleep when your body ached and your mind was full of dreams.
When she heard the faint drift of his music, she smiled and let it lull her to sleep.
The Perfect Neighbor
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By Petar Miloลกeviฤ (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0
(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Chemistry or Fate
Do you ever wonder why you fall for certain types of people? Or why we can have potentially the most perfect person is in front of us, and the spark just isn’t there?