I focused on putting one foot in front of the other as I drew nigh him. The butterflies in my stomach were behaving more like a pack of crows, slightly different from those of Animal Farm, more like the ones in Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, flying through a chimney into the living room of my psyche. All I could think was Will I look as good as he remembers me? Will my lack of sexy underwear be a turn off to him?
When he saw me I could see the pleasure in his eyes and I was flooded with a sense of relief so powerful I got teary eyed. We do have a connection! I knew it! It was in the air, totally evident. I felt it.
“Even more breathtaking then I recall.” He murmured. That seductive accent made me swoon.
“You don’t look too shabby yourself.” Was the best witty reply I could muster. He too
