A year in moments #3 – The Marine’s entrance

We’d been out for cocktails and had a great night. Somewhat suprisingly great. I’d thought he was a player; cocky and shallow. Turns out there was a bit more underneath and we’d had fun.

He unlocked the front door and stepped aside to let me in.

“What would you like to drink?” he asked.

“What you got?”

“I think there’s some wine in the fridge. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I kicked off my shoes and settled down on the sofa, barely hearing the distant noises coming from the kitchen. I glanced around the room. It wasn’t his house, so there was nothing to help build a picture of him.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. It was late, and I was getting tired.

“I could only find rose, hope that’s OK.”

“Yeah that’s fi-. OH!” I’d opened my eyes to the sight of him striding back into the room completely naked, with two glasses of wine in his hands.

I laughed. In fact I giggled like a schoolgirl. What the hell?

I sat up straight on the sofa, he laid out on the floor opposite me, like some kind of Greek god statue. He tried to carry on the conversation but I stopped him.

“What is…this?” I said, as I waved my hand at him. I mean, he was an incredibly fine specimen, being a Marine and all, but part of me was incredulous at his arrogance and assumption.

He just laid there with a wry smile on his face.

I smiled.

“Can I take a picture? My friends are gonna love this.”

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