Unspoken Chemistry
Just so you know, this is real. This really happened to me last night and I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.  I want to share this with you.  Because hot things are to be shared, don’t you think?
The M&M’s lay in my hand.  It were four of them, perfect for sharing.  Two yellow ones, a green and a blue one.  I thought about whether to be asocial and eat them alone instead of offering them to anyone.  Might have been Lucy wanted one.  Oh, no, she didn’t.  She shook her head.  Alright, then they’re mine. I put one in my mouth.  Oh, how I loved the ones with nuts.  I raised my head to look at the crowd dancing in front of the DJ.  I had always loved clubs.  There was something menacing about the dim light and the music whose bass you felt vibrating deep down in your body as if it was coming from there. There.  The security guy that was supposed to walk the little club came towards me.  Every now and then he would come to the side of the bar where he had his water bottle and take a sip.  Take two minutes to look on his phone and relax.  But now it felt different.  His eyes were on mine, I could almost feel them dig into mine. God, he was so hot.  He was tall and muscular, a mountain in a suit that radiated sexiness and intimitation.  He had short, brown hair, tamed back with gel I guess, and a short beard.  Not a stubble anymore but also not quite full.  The stubbles just long enough to cover his skin. He stood next to me, his face indifferent as if he didn’t mind standing next to me, as if it was nothing.  I don’t know if it was the alcohol that had rushed to my brains or if something else moved me but I extended my hand and offered him M&M’s. He looked at me, smirked and took one.  Yeah, he seemed happy by this little generous act of mine.  And I felt proud about being so generous and sociable.  We stood there, next to each other, not looking at each other but at the crowd.  But every cell of my body knew and wanted also me to know that he was there next to me.  My skin was so tingling all over. I looked at my hand.  Two M&M’s left.  Perfect for sharing with one other person.  I ate one then offered him the last one. There it was, a little, perfectly round M&M, lying on my open palm, looking almost lonely.  What he did next was so unexpected. He looked at the hand, then at me, his dark eyes burning into my soul.  Suddenly he took my hand and leaned down.  His lips taking the M&M touched the soft skin of my hand.  How soft his lips were.  My heart missed a beat and I felt myself shudder.  His stubbly beard brushed against my hand.  It was soft too but also ticklish.  Most of all, it made me wonder how this beard would feel on my skin.  On my lips, my neck.  Down there. I took a deep breath.  Caught his look. Jesus, the chemistry between us.  And how hot he was, standing next to me.  He was a mountain, he was two heads taller than me.  But he looked so hot, with his black suit and the tie. And how forbidden he was. But nonetheless I wanted him. So bad.
