All About You

Houston…An excerpt from the upcoming book…Me and Ms. Jones

She was being incredibly difficult.
He had been such a good sport about it.
They dated for nine months.
He had not so much as touched her the whole time.
Not to mention…how thick his skin had to be to weather her attitude.
And then one day…everything changed.
He had always said…”just because she made me wait so long…when I get it…I gotta leave her alone.”
Only if he knew…
It started at the Italian hang out over seafood pasta.
The conversation was at a stand still, because Andrew was at a loss. Unable to figure her out.
She could tell…he was finally at his breaking point.
He was giving up…”just finish this date”, he thought. Then he would finally walk away from the spell Ms. Jones had cast upon him.
She knew exactly what he was thinking…this is why she was so good at this.
He twirled his fork…filled with angel hair pasta and stabbed a shrimp.
He ate it…gathering the strands of pasta into his mouth, leaving a bit of cheese sauce on his chin.
He felt it, but before he could get it with his napkin…she leaned across the small table and kissed the cheese from his chin.
It was the first time…after nine long months…that she had ever put her lips on him.
He had spent a lot of time wandering…what those lips of hers…felt like.
He was somewhat shocked.
He didn’t say anything, but he was staring at her.
“Andrew…is there something you wanna say?”
The attitude was gone.
He was speechless.
Was she toying with him?
Because, a minute ago…he was ready to leave her alone.
She knew it was time.
He had earned the right to be in her space.
She put her napkin down. “I’m ready to leave,” Ms. Jones said, getting up and grabbing his hand.
He paid the bill.
They left.
She drove.
The airport park at Bush Intercontinental, was a place to observe the planes land and take off.
She pulled into a prime spot.
A plane was taxing the runway.
The truck was still running.
“Andrew…I want you to kiss me,” she said, as she put the truck in park.
This was odd, but he had waited so long…it was no way he would not follow her orders.
He leaned her way.
Her lips were slightly coated with a cherry chocolate colored lipstick…accenting one of her best features…bringing her face alive.
Their lips met…at first, with just an innocent touch.
He kissed her again…allowing his tongue to touch hers.
For the first time since he had met Ms. Jones, she was allowing herself to be vulnerable.
She laid back in the driver’s seat…without words, just staring at him.
Ms. Jones had sent him through what was comparable to hell…to get here.
She had to…she loved too hard.
The strength of her…no shit-taking personality protected her from pain.
But, today…under the runways of Bush Intercontinental, Andrew had weathered the storm. He would have all of her.
To Be Continued…Me and Ms. Jones