Tuesday Tales - Cold

 It's time for Tuesday Tales again. We have another excerpt from "Someone Like You." When you're done reading my story, hop on over to read the stories from the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE. 

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They stopped to sit on a bench by the river. Mark toyed with the idea of getting more intimate with Charlotte. He had to admit to himself he didn’t know the rules of dating anymore. But he knew he wanted her, wanted to make love to her.

Still, this was, technically, their first official date. No way could he make that kind of pass at this stage. Frustrated at not knowing what to do, he opted for honesty. So far, it had worked with her. He draped his arm across her shoulders.

“I haven’t dated much. I don’t know how the rules have changed since I was last single. I know what I want, but I need to know what you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or rush you into something you’re not ready for….so will you please tell me how you feel?”

He noticed the color rose to her cheeks.

“We don’t have to have this discussion now, if you don’t want to,” he said.

“No, no. I get what you’re saying and I appreciate your honesty.”

“Good. All I want is for you to tell me the truth. I know this is only our first date, but if this is just a flirtation that you don’t see going anywhere, then I need to know.”

“Oh no, no. Not at all,” she said quickly. “I hope I haven’t given you that impression.”

“You haven’t.”

“Good.” She inched closer. “I’ve never been really serious about anyone before. There’s one guy I see on and off – mostly off. But that’s it.” She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them. “I’m not the typical girlfriend kind of girl.”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah. I’m different. I do woodworking, not baking. I don’t crochet, follow movie stars, or run out and buy the latest makeup.”

“That’s fine…”

“But that’s not what most guys are looking for.”

He laughed. “I guess I’m not most guys.”

“No, you’re not. Thankfully.” She smiled.

“I’d like to know more about your woodworking,” he said. “I’m not at all handy with a hammer and a drill.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I am.”

“So…are you still seeing that on-again-off-again guy?”

“No.”

“Glad to hear it,” he replied, barely able to cover his relief.

“How about you? Are you just looking for a couple of one-night stands?”

Mark sensed color entering his cheeks. Well, no, not one-night stands, but definitely a sexual relationship. How could he get that across without sounding crass and cold?

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