The show was a success. Easy money. Now they were getting ready to return home.
It was late. Connie and Nathan were the first ones in the van, taking their seats in the back. She was glad they were alone. There had been some close interactions. She playfully sung Lisa Stansfield’s “All Around The World” to him. And he looked at her with approval.
Approval she wanted from him.
So now they were alone. Intimate as it was, simply because she wanted him to make a move, he remained a gentleman.
Kiss me. Please kiss me, Connie thought.
But he didn’t. Evidently he didn’t have Professor X’s ability to read minds. She wanted him to caress her face and pull her mouth to his. Wanted him to act on what she felt.
Which was wrong and selfish.
They were both married. She shouldn’t be having such strong feeling for someone who wasn’t her husband. No matter how tepid or unsatisfactory her marriage was, she was still someone’s wife.
Quietly, he sat beside her, letting her listen to one of his favorite songs. It gave her reason to sit even closer to him so she could share his ear buds.
Just sitting near him made her feel safe. Like this is where she should have been to begin with.
The rest of the band got back in the van and they headed home. She felt like the moment had been missed. There was no way she could kiss him now.
The driver made a sudden move and she fell against him. Jokingly he said he was scared.
“Give me your hand. I’ll protect you,” Connie told him, smiling.
And he did.
She took his large hand in hers and held it tight. Instantly she felt her heart swell. “The Point of It All” by Anthony Hamilton came on the radio. His thumb slowly caressed her hand.
Did he feel it too?
Ebony Mystique 
Wow. That was unexpected. That was some excerpt. Did I understand that right?
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