States as Bodies Part 1 : First of firsts

I never thought that I would be here. In a strangers arms. He would later say he felt as if he had known me forever, even though we had just met each other three hours ago at dinner. I awkwardly stand in the kitchen, too afraid to say that my black strappy heels I bought months ago from small street are forming ant colonies at the base of my feet. He hands me a glass a water and I take a small sip, not really thirsty. I just want to feel less out of place.

“Before I forget”, he says as he opens the cabinet above the stove. He then places two wine bottles on the kitchen counter top.

“This was the one I got at a convention in Sandton, I don’t know just never got to drinking it. I mean its not good to drink alone. The other one is the one from Cape Town its non alcoholic so you can probably drink it”

"You really like wine", I respond dryly.

"Its just so good, I don’t get how you don’t like it, but maybe just taste these, tell me what you think when you do".

I nod my head and take the two bottles into my hand. My eyes scan the butterfly logo on the sparkling blush wine, when I suddenly feel him behind me.

"You’re going to like it", he whispers in my ear. I can hear his breath quicken as his hands travel down to my waist. Feeling uncomfortable, I ask him if I could sit down.

He leads me to the lounge, the flat screen with static on it. I sit on the black L shaped leather couch and begin to unstrap my heels. I let out a sigh of relief when the blood returns to my feet.

Sean whips his phone out and music starts playing interrupting our awkward silence.

"This is my favourite song. I think we should make a playlist" he says. He joins me on the couch, “or do you want to leave?”

"I think we should listen to real music", I reply and grab the phone from his hands to type in cherish the day into the Spotify search bar and select the song. I hand him his cellphone, Sade's soothing voice filling up the apartment.

I lay back on the couch and close my eyes, lost in the sound of her voice whilst my brain swims in the cocktails I had earlier. I feel him lay beside me. He begins to caress my cheek. I brace myself for what is about to happen next, probably a kiss but he continues to gently stroke my face for a while.

He then whispers into my ear ,"Can I kiss you?"

Do I want him too? I struggle to make the decision in my mind. Im not the best kisser, plus I had that good gooey cheesy garlic bread for dinner. The decision is made for me as his lips press upon mine. I hook my arms around his neck and pull him in closer. I let out a soft moan as he sucks on my bottom lip. There's a pause. He then swiftly moves on top of me, his slender body on top of me now. I wrap my legs around his waist, the kisses getting deeper and deeper...