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Gabrielle shook her rust colored curls, “No, no, no.” she said feigning exasperation. “’Born to Run’ is still his best album to date.”
“But what about ‘The River’ or ‘Born in the USA?’ Seth countered sipping from his coffee cup and shoving a bowl of pretzels back in her general direction.
“Oh c’mon…” she smiled reaching for the snack, “now you’re just being insulting.”
They’d been sitting knee to knee debating music, religion and books for so long that Gabrielle had completely lost track of time. Reluctantly she turned her phone back on and scrolled through what she’d missed in the last two hours.
Seth grinned and pushed his hair away from his face. Gabrielle’s breath caught in her throat watching him do such a simple thing. Sitting here with him felt as comfortable as the soft t-shirt she’d come here to return but her stomach dropped when she thought about Steven.
“So…” she said as she pushed herself off the stool and busied herself with shoving things back into her purse. “…I guess I should get going.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, “Dev is going to be here any minute and the lunch crowd will be knocking at the door demanding beer and burgers.”
She winked at him, “Obviously. You provide a valuable service.”
“I like to think so.” He chuckled.
“Hey…” she said but stopped not sure what it was she wanted to say.
“Hey…” he answered, “Yeah. I like taking to you too.”
She felt her skin turn pink under her yellow blouse, as if he’d read her mind. Gabrielle head was spinning while her emotions played tug-o-war.
“I’d really like to do this again sometime.” Seth offered.
“Umm…” she hesitated blushing an even darker shade of magenta.
“Listen, no pressure. We can be friends that have conversations about Hemingway, Springsteen and the existence of god.”
“Okay.” she agreed, nodding. “Friends. Yep, I’d like that.”
He took a step toward her, just close enough that she could feel the warmth of him invading her personal space. He smelled like clean laundry and sweet coffee.
“You’re interesting Gabrielle, nothing like I expected you to be.”
“Thanks?” she said, pretending to be hurt.
“No, I meant….”
She laughed and touched his arm, “… Oh don’t worry, I know what you meant.”
Connecting to his skin was like being struck by lightening, Gabrielle’s whole body tingled with it . Before she could make sense of it or wonder if Seth felt it too his hand was suddenly cupping her face and his mouth was hovering an inch above her own.
Too surprised to question it Gabrielle held her breath, tilted her head and waited.
The first kiss was like a butterfly landing on a flower, sweet and fleeting, almost as if Seth was asking her something. It was the second one that turned her inside out, had her answering as she lost herself in the taste of him.
“Bree” he breathed as their mouths came apart only to hungrily find each other again.
Moments later the slamming door and heavy footsteps announced the arrival of Devin, reluctantly pushing them to separate.
“Top of the morn….Oh, “Devin chuckled as he took in their tangled embrace. “Sorry mate.”
“I’m not.” Seth whispered into her curls.
If you missed any installments of The Path You Choose
(The love story of choices that I’m writing with the brilliant and talented Carrie of The Muse Unleashed)
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