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“You look stunning,” I finally manage, pulling out a chair for her to sit down.
She blushes slightly at my words and fiddles with her hair. Her cheeks go a delightful pink and I smile at the effects the worlds have had on her... and the effect she’s having on me, too.
Just being near her makes me happy.
It seems kind of crazy, but I can see myself marrying this woman.
I’ve only just met her, but she’s the woman of my dreams.
I always thought that love at first sight was a fairy tale made up by movie writers and romance authors. But sitting at this table with Megan, I know it’s real.
“I was thinking,” I say, “it’s a really nice day. How about we grab something to drink and a bite to eat and take it over to the park. No point being cooped up indoors on a day like this.”
Megan says that would be lovely, so we cue up for our coffees and I buy us a couple of sandwiches. We walk over to the park a few minutes away from the coffee shop and I fight off the urge to hold her hand.
There are kids running around the park, some playing frisbee, and some playing soccer. There are people walking their dogs, too.
We find a nice spot underneath an oak tree and we sit down with our backs to the sun. The gentle breeze cools our skin.
Megan tells me all about her job and about her cat and her family, and I listen to her talk while I eat my sandwich and sip my drink.
I think about how this woman is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in all my life. How if I wasn’t covering for someone at work today, I never would have met her.
The alarm on my phone goes off and I tell Megan I’ve got to get going.
“My daughter,” I say, “I’ve got go and pick her up from a friend's house.”
“You have a daughter?” she asks.
“Yeah, her name's Olivia.” A sinking feeling builds in my stomach, and for a second I wonder whether maybe this might be a deal-breaker for Megan.
I’ve heard about women who don’t want to date men with kids. And even though Megan doesn’t seem like that kind of person, the idea that she might turn me down because of Maddy makes me mad and confused and sad all at the same time. “Is that a problem?”
“A problem?” she laughs. “Why would it be a problem?”
“I dunno,” I say, telling her how maybe some women consider a single dad to be a man with too much baggage.
She brushes me off and I end up showing her a ton of photos of Olivia.
Her arm brushes against my side as she looks over my phone. My cock pulses in my pants at our close proximity. I look down at her and she bites her bottom lip and then I wrap my hand around her waist. Stroking the crook in the small of her back with my thumb.
“I’m really happy I met you, Megan.”
“I’m happy I met you, too, Clay,” she says.
I bend my neck down slowly and press my lips against her mouth.
She runs her hand through the hair on the back of my neck. Her breasts press against my chest. My tongue enters her mouth and the cool, wet softness of her tongue feels like heaven.
“When am I going to see you next?” I ask.
“How about Saturday?”
“Saturday night sounds perfect,” I tell her. “Pick you up at eight?”
“Eight,” she smiles, kissing me again, softly. “It’s a date.”
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