Sabrina thought about how she’d reacted to Carlos’s touch. The flash of memory brought back a sense of submissive confinement that Trevor had ingrained in her. After their divorce, she submerged herself into self-help healing and empowerment classes, which enabled her to reprogram her psychic to move passed her stagnant reality.
She brushed the thought aside and indulged in the moment; it was her first intimate encounter with another man. She had tasted the affection of another man, and she enjoyed it. Carlos was the second man she had ever kissed. The kiss sent excitement throughout her body, which was different from what she experienced when she kissed Trevor. The overwhelming sensation had opened her thirst for more. She shivered from the thought.
“Are you cold?” Carlos asked as he rubbed her arm.
“No,” she answered. “I am just thinking I do not know anything about you. Can you tell me about yourself starting with your birthday?” She raised her head from his shoulder and looked at him.
“I was born in New York. I have one older brother. I moved here after I finished high school to an apprenticeship in a mechanic shop, and I never left. I went back to school to get certified, and now, I own my shop. What about you?”
“I moved here from New York as well – two years ago. I worked in a law firm in town.” She stopped wondering how much information she should share.
“When is your birthday? Do you have any children?” she asked.
“June eighth; I will be forty-nine years old.” His phone rang in the cup holder, but he did not answer it. “No children, and I have been divorced for about a year now,” he answered as he looked at the phone. “We are here …,” he said and made a gesture with his index finger, pointed to the ground. “… because of circumstances that occurred in our lives. I told you that I did not believe in coincidence.” He took her hand, again, and clasped his around hers. “I believe in God. I believe that we are put here together for a reason.” He ran his index finger along the contours of her face. Then, he leaned in closer to her and kissed her. A car drove by with high beamed headlights and flooded the car with brightness. Sabrina shied away from Carlos. She felt exposed as if she was caught doing something wrong.
“I think I should be going in now,” she said, picked up her phone, and straightened her shirt.
“Okay, I will walk with you.” Carlos got out from behind the wheel and closed the door ever so softly, unlike Sabrina’s thud.
They walked to the front door, into the elevator, and to Sabrina’s apartment door. Sabina wasn’t ready for the night to end, but it was late. She opened the door, and the aromatic lavender-scented deodorizer invaded her nostrils.
“It smells good in there,” Carlos whispered and looked over her five feet three inches body structure. “Would you like to come in?” she asked.
“Sure, invitation accepted.”
She led him into her sanctuary and locked the door.
…to be continued. Ok, I said it!