Chapter Two: The Balcony
I think 3 days had passed since I saw him last. Every day we talked. Every day we Facetimed. I loved each time I answered the phone there was a huge grin on the ending receiver. It was Thursday, and I pulled up to the Storm Market. This time is was different. I did not lullagag at any booths. I did not entertain conversations that were irrelevant. I walked to who I knew I was buying from and I went to the cabanas in the back and there he was. Walking to him will always be something I love. He looks at me with this sexy mesmerizing grin and I melt. Melt might not be the word for it. As I walk to him, my neck grows taller, my shoulders are pushed back, my hips propped forward, and I think "heel toe, heal toe, heel toe." The runway model comes out in me and I catwalk to him. He stands up and holds me tight. He would always massage my backs, as we embraced each other I could feel him finding my stress knots and kneading through them like a purring cat. He strokes my baby h...