Monday 4 November 2013

Last night on holiday

Was that smile for me? Annie thought to herself, she looked again in the direction of the bashful smile. She decided that it was, she smiled back tentatively. He was cute, well-dressed, and had sweet dimples and a body that had a taken a lot of effort. It was the last night of her holiday and it certainly had some potential. Annie moved closer. her body language inviting him to do the same. ‘Hi I’m Hay.’ He said. He had a delicious accent, Annie smiled, this was going to be fun. 

Hay was a weird name thought Annie, probably short for Javier.  He was wonderful, a real gent, he bought her drinks, asked her questions, listened to her answers and made her laugh and, and that accent and those dimples and that body. He talked about clothes and fashion and really seemed tuned into her. Annie kind of wished she could find such a perfect man at home. 

Annie really knew she was putting it on a plate, she was normally a lot harder to get, but tonight was the last night of her holiday and so there was no time to lose on silly games, no third date rule, it was tonight or never. Her friends were all smiles and waves, encouraging her, amazed and just a little jealous that their friend had pulled such a fit bloke, he was the pick of the men in the club, so handsome, so well dressed and that body. She smiled at them and then suggested to Hay that they go find a quiet spot on the beach. He nodded his agreement and they disappeared. 

They’d been on the beach for a good thirty minutes and he still had made his move, the conversation was great but she hadn't come out in the moonlight to listen to him talk about his friends and his dog. She was going to have to make the move for him.  She twisted her body, touched his face and lent in to kiss him. He recoiled like he was being attacked by a cobra, shock in his eyes, fear in his face. 

‘What?’ Said Annie more than a little perturbed, no man had ever looked quite so scared when she went to kiss him. ‘I thought...’ 
 ‘I’m so sorry,’ Hay was now blushing profusely, ‘I'm Hay!’ 
 ‘I know who you are, now kiss me.’ 
 ‘No, Hay, homosexual, I like men. I told you, I’m Hay.’ 
 Annie couldn't believe it. It was her turn to blush. What on earth was she going to tell her friends?

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