"It had been years since he had felt butterflies in his stomach..."


Avery sat on his veranda watching the brilliant sun setting in the west behind the mountains.  The sky was streaked with pinks, blue, gray and orange.  The colorful pallet magnificent in its splendor.  He pulled his electronic cigarette from his shirt pocket and began to puff away, the vapor disappearing in the air as he relaxed his long lean body into the adirondak chair he had recently purchased from the local WalMart.  His thoughts turned to JC, he could smell her perfume on his shirt.  Remembering their conversation,  how she stood tall before him, shapely in jeans, a white t-top, her smooth brown skin and the face of an angel, memories of the day stirred him.  He closed his eyes and relived the moment.

"JC, where are we going with this relationship?" he asked, his voice husky. He dreamed of her and he knew in his heart he wanted more, more time with her, more everything.  He needed to know.  Soft jazz filled the room, the aroma of the meal they would share filled the air around them.

The question caught her off guard and she looked at him .and smiled, her brown eyes sparkling brightly. As they stood in the middle of the kitchen, a silence fell, the only noise the sizzle of the steak on the grill.  Snapping back as if in a dream, she asked, as she pushed her dark curls from her face., "Where did that come from?"  Holding the wine class in her hand was the only thing that made this moment real.  She wanted a relationship with him, not just one night stands here and there for convenience sake.  .She had been waiting for such a moment.

"Avery.  I'mmm," she stuttered and regained her composure.  She decided to bite the bullet and tell him how she felt.  Closing the distance between them, she sat her wine glass on the island, and reached out to embrace him.  She looked at him and ran her fingers through his dark curly hair sprinkled with gray, his heavy brows and lashes that outlined his deep set expressive eyes, offset by his smooth olive colored skin.  "He loves me," she thought, and kissed him passionately on the lips. " Avery. Avery," she moaned softly as she leaned in to him. This was her answer, he knew at that moment that she wanted what he wanted, what they both needed.

He held her around the waist and drew her closer, it had been years since he had felt butterflies in his stomach.