A/N ;; This is my first attempt at my own writing, so I want to see what you guys think! Thanks for reading :)
She had been coming to this corner of the park for several months, weather permitting to sit and clear her mind of the constant chatter that plagued it. Some days she’d sit for a few minutes, and other days it would be for hours. Even though she sat alone, she never felt lonely. There were always people reading, running, picnicking or merely watching. Every so often someone would approach her to say hello, but most days they waved and went about their activities. She preferred the days she went unnoticed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people, but some times she just wanted to enjoy the sites and sounds around her. Her favorite pastime was to sit and think up different scenarios about her fellow park goers.
A young, attractive couple were clearly just back from their honeymoon, with their shiny new wedding bands and constant touching. It was so sappy that it almost made her sick to watch them, but at least they found love. Another couple had twin toddlers—- maybe a result of infertility treatments—- running in circles around their parents, of whom look like they were about to collapse from fatigue.
A group of pimple faced teenagers giggled on park benches. The girls have probably just figured out how to entice the boys with pretty faces, rail thin bodies, and newly developed breasts as they please. The boys probably had overly active hormones and constant hard-ons, the mere thought of seeing breasts sending them into a frenzy, or if luck was on their side, to actually touch them.
Then there were the twenty something’s running, cycling, or playing baseball. They made half hearted attempts at playing as they constantly scanned their surroundings for possible mates, or at least dates for tonight. As much as they would love to one day have what the newlyweds or the couple with twins have, they don’t have the balls to admit that out loud.
An elderly couple—- who undoubtedly had their fare share of life’s ups and downs—- and by the looks of it, weathered that well. Their loving glances and wordless conversations speaking volumes to any passerby. She found it endearing that they always held each other’s hands. She could stay seated for hours on end and just watch them.
Ah, to be loved unconditionally, to be accepted for all your positive and negative attributes. Wasn’t that what we all want? She thought she had that once before until he went and found a new playmate. Two years of her life had been given to a man who tossed her aside for a newer, surgically, enhanced model. She liked to think she wasn’t jaded by that experience, but she wasn’t that naive. But why rehash that, she was here to decompress, not dwell on her past failed relationships.
With a sigh, she sat back to enjoy the sun when suddenly, she felt a long shadow block the sun’s warming rays. Realizing someone might be blocking her tanning session, she opened one eye.
"Excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here in my spot," the silhouetted figure said.
"Really? I didn’t realize the City’s Parks and Recreation department rent out lawn spots to citizens. Is it an hourly, weekly, or monthly rate?"
"I’m sorry, I can find another spot. I usually come here after my morning run to mentally reset. If you’d rather stay I can find another spot … I’m so sorry."
She finally sat up and got a good look at the person standing above her. It took a few minutes for eyes to adjust to the sunshine to scan the long, lean man standing. When her eyes finally traveled upward, she was rewarded with a face that could only be described as breathtaking. The man had a mischievous smile and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and dimples to top it all off. Good lord, where did this beautiful specimen come from? And his voice! Oh my god. Having always had a weakness for men with accents, suddenly she was having a hard time forming thoughts, much less enough words to respond.
"Umm… I guess your lack of response means I need to go find another spot."
Finally she gathered her wits and closed her gaping mouth; quickly wiping away what seemed like drool. What the fuck? Drool? Seriously? She wasn’t one of those pimple-faced teens! After what seemed like several minutes, she was able to form a sentence, “I’m sorry, that came out way too harsh! How rude of me, please, sit. I should be going anyway.”
Trying her hardest to look graceful and failing miserably, she finally got to her feet and took him in. She got dizzy on her way up and began to sway. His hands reached out instantly to help her regain her balance. He was even better looking up close, and nearly as tall as some of the trees in this park. His legs, they seemed to go on and on. Just how tall was he? My god, she would have loved to climb him like a tree! Ugh!
"Umm … I’m 6’2" to be exact. Small in comparison to most of these trees." He said while scanning the surrounding area.
"You asked how tall I was. Or at least, you mumbled something like that."
Fucking A! Had she said that out loud?! She had to get out of here before she embarrassed herself more than she had already. This guy was making her think and say things that should not be thought or said. I don’t even know his name and here I am thinking of climbing him like a tree? What the hell! The heat must be messing with her mind. Note to self… Bring sunhat and more fluids next time I come to the park. Oh my, I can’t come back here…this spot…this park… I might run into him again!
"My name is Thomas but my friends call me Tom. Yes, a hat and extra water is always a smart move when spending time outdoors. —-We could arrange a schedule to share this spot if you’d rather not run into me again. I’m rather fond of this park and this spot in particular, I’d hate to give it up."
"OH MY GOD—- Unless you’re a mind reader, how the hell do you know what I’m thinking? I said that out loud, didn’t I?" He chuckled at her. She began to blush before babbling, then pacing; pacing then sweating. Just how hot was it suppose to get today?
"Low to mid 80’s, I think. Perfect temperature for a day in the park, if you ask me." he replied.
"The temperature. You asked what the temperature was suppose to be today."
Fuck, I have to get out of here, like, NOW, she thought to herself.
"I have to say, I’ve had the privilege of meeting a lot of new people in my line of work but never has anyone ever sworn this much when first meeting me. Maybe after a few months but not straight off."
"Oh fudge, Fudge, FUDGE !!!"
"Excuse me? Do you want some fudge? I’ll be happy to go get you some if you really need it."
"What?! Oh my god … NO! I say fudge when I want to really say FUCK because I’ve been told I swear too much! How fucking embarrassing is this. Oh see there I go again! I’m really sorry, I have to leave now before I say something even more embarrassing. Hey, wait … Would you have gone and found some fudge for me if I had said yes?"
"Absolutely! Fuck yeah, I would have! I have a huge sweet tooth and I like a woman who can making swearing sound so sexy."
This guy was smooth with his stunning face, long lean body, his accent, his sweet tooth and his fondness for swearing. Where did this guy come from? And why the hell was I still standing here gawking at him? Did he just say my swearing was sexy?!
"Hey, I’m at a loss here. You know my name … you can name off some of my finer qualities …by the way, you missed listing my tight ass, I’m hurt that you didn’t list that first … My love for sweets and my fondness for swearing. All this and I have yet to know your name."
"Umm … I’m Ava. Nice to meet you Tom—- or do you prefer Thomas? Because I can call you either or both. Oh fuck, I’m babbling again. And swearing again. See, I have no control and now you’re looking at me like I’m a complete loon."
He let out this deep, infectious laugh that was so adorable it was hard not to laugh along with him. He laughed with his whole body and the laugh lines on his gorgeous, chiseled face showed he did it often.
"I’m not laughing at you! I’m laughing with you. You are truly a breath of fresh air, Ava. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. So, what do you say about sharing this beautiful spot with me? At least for today?"
"I was just about to get going as I’ve been here a while already. Plus I really am afraid of what I’ll say next to you, so I think I’d better head home."
"Please don’t go on my account. I rather enjoy your company."
"Really?! We just met. What about me do you find enjoyable?" She really wasn’t fishing for compliments, but she had to admit she found him confident, funny, and sexy as hell. The more time she spent talking to him the more intrigued she was. She wanted, no needed to know more about him.
"Please say you’ll stay a little while longer and I’ll clue you in on my observations."
He had her at “please” but what sealed the deal was the puppy-dog eyes he looked down at her with.
He said his name was Tom but it should have been “Trouble,” because he was already wreaking havoc on her.