Darkness loomed out the window despite the late morning hour. Sunrise comes late in the north this time of year. He looked past her to view his reflection in the window as he adjusted his tie. She purposefully stepped in his way forcing him to look at her. She wanted his attention, not sure why or what motivation was driving her.
"Don't make me hurt you," he said with a coy smile.
"You would never do that." The laugh audible in her voice.
"You're right," a smile on his face giving away his meaning. He finished his task and turned to leave, glancing back with an approving look.
At that moment she realized her motivation. Desire. Craving. She longed to feel his hands encircle her in a firm embrace, to be crushed against his warm welcoming body. Her heart raced at these thoughts.
He was gone, rounded the corner, out of view.
Post edit 12/19/2008
Above inspired by a book I was reading that is mostly dialog.
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