Her parents had told her she was a happy baby. That baby who giggled often and smiled so freely grew up to be a woman who radiated happiness. It was part of why people liked spending time with her, she was just happy.
But that didn’t mean she hadn’t experienced some hard moments. We all do. We all go through our challenges and heartbreaks.
Those experiences help to define us and make us into the people we become.
Coffee. It was supposed to be nothing more than a cup of coffee. It was innocent.
She hadn’t talked to or seen him in years and was curious to find out whether time had been good to him. But that was it. Any feelings she had for him were long since gone so she had no concerns about it.
And even if she had it wasn’t going to be a problem. They were going to meet in a public place. Besides, middle aged men weren’t interested in middle aged women. They wanted young girls who hadn’t given birth and weren’t called mom by tiny people.
At least that was what she had thought.
She had forgotten how easy it was to speak with him. Their conversations had always been effortless and this had been no different.
He listened to her and asked questions. Three hours passed but it felt like fifteen minutes. When he excused himself to go the restroom she caught herself checking him out and let herself remember.
He surprised her by turning around to look at her. They made eye contact and she tried not to blush. Did he know she was watching him. Had he noticed she kept staring at his hands. Did he remember that she had a thing for them?
It was a relief when he asked her if she wanted to take a walk. The sky was blue and the sun felt good on their backs.
A half mile later they wandered through a park and headed towards the lake in the center of it stopping at the edge of the water.
She felt his hands find her hips and her body stiffened. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, but she didn’t pull away.
He pressed up against her and she felt his breath against her neck.
When he heard her say “we can’t” he smiled because he knew that meant “she would” and what was once forbidden would be his again.
This was based upon a prompt from Write On Edge.