It was her eyes. Something about the way they moved across the floor searching for someone, for something. It was as if they were calling me. I could not help but stare. Then her eyes caught mine. My heart stopped for a brief moment hoping it was me she was looking for; then they shifted and I sank back into the dreadful beer I ordered. Man it was horrible, but it was cheap. I decided to head out, another night without a woman in my bed. I grabbed my coat, tipped the waitress and walked out the door, but not without getting a chance to look into those eyes again. They were ocean blue. But they had found what they were looking for, her boyfriend, or husband. A man that was not me.
It was a Thursday. It wasn’t just a regular Thursday, something was different. For one it was raining heavily; so bad that windows in the cabin were shaking from the strong wind - a storm was coming. Matt was outside cutting up woods to last them through the storm. Marie was in the kitchen preparing some dinner for the two of them. But something was in the air. The sound of the axe against the wood made the hairs on Marie’s body stand up. She needed Matt’s touch. She finished up with dinner and stood at the front door to call him in. The sight of Marie’s open shirt made something stir in Matt’s lower pants. He needed to touch her; now.