Sweetest Decline

His large body enveloped my curvy frame, while I tousled his slightly greasy jet black hair. His arm reached across my belly to graze at my thighs and he told me I had nice legs. I reached for an explanation but could only reply with a thank you. "Thank you for doing this, I needed it," I muttered as if we had just made a business transaction. The coolness of the mountains and the warmth of his tan olive flesh felt good and had a strangely familiar newness. I knew this would not last long, because chemistry plays dirty tricks on people, and experiments like these are rarely repeatable.

I had to decide if he would lay there with me for the rest of the night and greet me with morning kisses while my sister made pancakes downstairs or go home while I lay comfortably in the bed I had borrowed. I had gotten used to the idea of sleeping alone and I didn't want to make our union more meaningful despite the fireworks, the hand-holding on the Suzuki, and the near-perfection of our first and only date.

So, off he went like a prowler in the night, cruising on a bike down the mountains. There would be no Facebook stalking as he had never owned a computer. There would probably be a small chance I would return to my sister's home later this summer and see him again, but I was doubtful. There was attachment, but more of the sinking kind, like a cool summer dip in the swimming pool where you know it has to end sometime.

Sober mind.

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