Hi Toomi!
As he turns me to face the right direction, the palm of his hand on my hip to guide me, his thumb slips under my waist-length t-shirt and is resting on my skin, just above the waistband of my jeans, where the rest of his hand remains.
awww
As Clark removes his hand from my waist I regret not wishing on every shooting star I just saw that we could stay just as we were a while longer
awwwwww
the distractions of work and the city, my commitment to my career, the cable bill that I forgot to pay, fade away
Great little details.
I could hardly remove my hand without the moment becoming awkward. I heard her gasp and her heartbeat quicken, and as I focused on not fumbling over my words at the sudden intimacy of the moment I failed to control the urge to gently caress her skin with my thumb.
awwwwwwwwww
“Or have dinner in Metropolis,” she counters. I laugh. “Sure. Dinner, location to be determined.”
Did she just finagle a candlelight dinner date out if an invitation for a picknick among friends?
She climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the car before answering. “I think mine’s already been answered. I’ll save that shooting star for someone else.”
awwwwwwwwwwwwww
This was a great mix of cute and heartfelt and a little bit sexy


Michael