There is a pause before the door swings open to reveal an athletically built late-20 something guy, standing in apparently nothing other than a towel wrapped tightly around his lean waist.
“Hi! Jo’s just stepped into the shower & I’m only just out of it.”
My eyes busy scanning his toned torso and arms, before looking into his blue eyes and realizing that I have been standing speechless in front of him for perhaps a little too long to be subtle… I smile, blushing a little.
“Sorry, my name is Matt – please come in.”
He holds the door open for me, as I step inside and walk past him – glancing briefly around and into his eyes before returning my gaze to the floor: I feel flushed - surprised at my embarrassment, or is it excitement?
“Come through to the kitchen, I’ll make you a coffee – or tea?”
Walking through into the kitchen, I realise that at no point have I said anything to him yet.
“Coffee please” I smile, sitting at the breakfast bar – trying to compose myself and not behave like a mad person.
“Excellent choice! As I happen to have just made a brewe.” He sits down at the breakfast bar beside me, which for some reason I find surprising. Since he first opened the door, his closeness seems to have affected my usual confidence.
He smiles at me as he slowly presses the shaft of the cafetiere into the pot. His legs parted widely, showing a toned thigh that sends a shiver down my spine, which I feel in my groin when the thought enters my head of my hands running up his leg and under the towel.
“Jo said that you planned on going out tonight. She suggested I could come along. I’d like to, but of course I understand if it’s friends only…”
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