A Tale of Unquenchable Desire

Chapter 1. The Uninterested Lass
It all started not so long ago on a mild November afternoon. She was quite nervous and he wasn’t sure of the trail. Afterwards they would sip tea and he would think she was cute, for we hope more than just her toque. After many moons came and went she’d finally realize this boy was the coveted grand prize. It was in an innocent moment when he explained to her the rules of a game played with a racquet, which oddly, made her heart skip a beat.

Chapter 2. High Steaks
On one cold, stormy March evening he took her to a movie about fishing and hiking, which really turned her crank. Poker would be played; bets would be lost; and drinks would be drank. It was late, or rather, it was in the early hours of the morning when he’d finished paying his dues by serenading her, that she had wanted him to kiss her. She knew he was thinking likewise, and even asked him what he was thinking about, but he was a wee bit too shy to make the first move. Eventually, after tiring of her pleading with him, he confessed via text that he held a deep desire to pounce on her from across the couch and have his way with her right then! Instead, he was a proper gentleman and saw her to the door to wish her a pleasant evening. You see folks, this was only the first of many bets to come.


Chapter 3. Drinking Wine with a Fox
After one long week and a game of twenty questions they were together again, but this time she had brought him to a place where she would drink semi-chilled wine and he would consume beer - warm, and straight from the box. What a man! Snowy owls were perched, and once more she nervously longed to be kissed. This evening was different from the last, this time they both knew exactly how the other felt about this all important matter of kissing. As the night was nearing an end, he was giving her that same curious look that cannot mean anything else other than I’ve-got-to-have-you-right-now, so she asked him to explain himself, and he did. Simply, he leaned in and kissed her just the way she liked it, and put one hand on her waist to draw her near. Her checks flushed, and she melted.


* A note to readers: This story was supposed to consist of only run-on sentences; I was going for the record. Thankfully it's not, but sorry there are more than a few.
Enjoy
-K