The Sweetest Honey

Text Me

(Goliath’s point of view)

“Is this a dream” She asks me.

Oh no, I did break her. Wait, did she dream about me too? I smile and look down at her “It could be, but how about you, let me check out that cut on your elbow just in case it isn’t?”

She looks at her elbow and notices the blood on it.

“Umm it’s OK. I have a healing salve that I made at home.”

She says almost in a whisper. I squat down to her level because she’s still on the ground.

“Please , at least let me clean it up and wrap it until you get home. I would never forgive myself for leaving you like this.”

I give her sad eyes and stick my hand out to her again.

“ok” she says and grabs my hand.

Sparks start to erupt between us. It is the most incredible feeling. I already can’t wait to feel them after we marked each other. Because she is human, they are slightly weaker, but once we mark each other, they will become much stronger. She let’s out a gasp, and I yank her to her feet and into my chest by mistake. I underestimated how light she is. I feel electric as her hand is in my hand, and her other hand rests against my chest. I am filled with desire as I smell her sweet honey aroma, and my muscles relax at the smell of herbal tea. She doesn’t say anything but takes a deep breath through her nose. I want to know what she thinks of my scent. She let’s go first, and my heart starts to tighten.

“Sorry, I guess I don’t know my own strength.”

I tell her, trying not to look heartbroken at the loss of her touch.

“It’s fine she says, smiling.” She keeps looking at her hands.

“I didn’t hurt your hand, did I?”

“Oh no, I just… never mind don’t worry about it.” She keeps smiling at me. Goddess, I would do anything and everything to see that smile for the rest of my life.

“Well how about you sit on the bench, and I will run to my car and grab my first aid kit.” “OK ," she says and sits down, taking a closer look at her elbow. The cut isn’t actually bad at all, but I need a reason to talk to her. I open the car door and grab the first aid box, and run back in record time.

“wow, that was fast. Did you run track or something? “

I let out a little chuckle.

“Something like that.”

I grab out some wipes.

“This might sting a bit, ok?”

“Don’t worry about it. I have high pain tolerance.” She says without skipping a beat. I slowly wipe away the blood and then grab one more wipe to make sure it is completely clean. I grabbed a bandage and secure it on her. “Looks like you are all patched up, but I still feel really bad about what happened. I should have been paying closer attention.”

I say, sitting down next to her.

“Don’t feel bad at I ran into you.”

She says, touching my hand for a moment. The feeling of the sparks makes me burn with the desire to hold her again.

“Would you like to go on a date with me ? I know it sounds a bit forward, but I never had a woman run into me before. I think it might be fate.”

My heart starts to race, and my palms begin to sweat. She seems to be in deep thought. Even though I am freaking out right now, I can’t help but notice how cute her thinking face is.

“I will go on a date with you IF you tell me your name first.”

She says with a smirk on her face. I am a moron. I completely forgot we never actually exchanged names. Ok, just act smooth.

“My name is Goliath Throttle. What is yours?” “Clara Smith” she says and starts to blush. “That is a beautiful name.”

I tell her, getting a little closer.

“Umm there is one more thing if that’s ok?” She says a little hesitant.

“Anything you want, Clara.” I wrap my arm behind her.

“Please don’t take offense, but could the date be somewhere public. I just have a rule about this kind of thing.”

She says with her head turn down towards the ground. I don’t feel too bad about the request. She doesn’t know me yet after all. “Of course, that's fine.”

I say, raising her chin up gently with my hand. We stared into her eyes as she looked back in mine. I want to kiss her so badly. I lick my lips, and she looks at them for a moment, then back at my eyes. I can feel heat between us. Sadly, we both jump back a little as joggers pass us laughing. It is completely ruining the moment. I let out a sigh.

“How about I put my number in your phone, and you can text me your address?”

“That’s a good idea.”

She digs in her shorts pocket and hands me an old beat-up flip phone. I open it and put my name and number. Then I lean in next to her.

“smile” I say, and take a picture of us together for the contact picture. I close the phone and hand it back to her.

“Do you want a ride home?”

“No thank you. I just want to finish my jog before going home.”

She says with a big smile.

“OK, please text me when you are done. I will pick you up at 6. Come hungry.”

I say so eagerly I got on my own nerves. “That shouldn’t be hard.”

She whispers to herself, assuming I can’t hear her. My gut feels twisted, feeling guilty for having so much handed to me. “OK! See you at 6 Goliath.”

She says and starts to jog away. My heart skipped at the sound of her saying my name. I imagine her screaming it at the top of her lungs while climaxing as I am buried deep inside her. Great I’m hard now. Good thing no one is around, and I can get into my car. I open the car door and sit down. I have to make this date perfect. I have a lot of favors to call in.