I could have taken her down to the village myself, or ‘accidentally’ bumped into her there, taking her for lunch, or suggested a boat trip, a tour of the vineyards. His hands slide around my waist, the blouse open now and I shiver to feel the slight roughness presumably produced by his gardening skills, and I remember his hands strong on the reins only a short while ago. I keep telling myself that I am not looking for anything, repeating a mantra in my head “I am done with men, I do not want romance” but it is impossible to forget him. Perhaps we will meet again, and I will be more polite” The cafe owner comes over to see what the matter is, but I say that it’s alright, I am leaving anyway as the heat of the day is building. I adapted it from a roleplay and intended to shorten it, but the characters took matters into their own hands. I move up beside her and hold her close to me, feeling her heart beat strongly. She responds to my gentle invasion, hands on my hips
