EklectikChik
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As promised, Paul kept their 'date' casual. The quaint Italian pizzeria was a great spot for homemade pizzas made to order any way you wanted and they split one. Sarah, who always enjoyed doing things a little out of the ordinary, had fun creating her own meal and then laughed about keep to their own side of the pie until it was done.
Still, she couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. Not always, but on occasion she felt his gaze zone in on her in a more heated away. In a way that said he was interested in a lot more friendship. Not wanting to spoil dinner she said nothing, but on the ride home, his hand grazed hers, picking it up and linking their fingers. She smiled softly, not fighting it, but not feeling whatever it was he was feeling. Instead her mind kept wandering back home to her new dog. She wondered if he was bored, if he'd peed on the floor or chewed up her favorite pair of shoes. She'd heard all sorts of horror stories in the past about puppies and dogs doing things when their owner's weren't home.
Finally reaching her driveway, Paul switched off the car and turned her. This was the moment and she knew, she had to speak to him. "Thanks for dinner. It really was fun." She told him, giving him a genuinely look of pleasure and then gently pulled her hand away. "Paul. I don't want o mislead you, but...I'm not really looking for anything heavy right now. I like you. I like doing things together and you're a fun guy to be around. I consider you a good friend, but I'm not looking for romance."
To his credit, his expression didn't change much as he gazed at her and then put on the biggest pouty look she'd ever seen. "So no kiss tonight?"
She let out a startled little laugh and shook her head, "Not tonight...I can't promise a kiss ever. Except for maybe on the cheek...I just wanted to be upfront with you."
"No worries Sarah...you're worth waiting for." He responded again and took her hand again, but this time kissed the back of it. The urge to suddenly wipe off the sensation was fierce and she was once again surprised.
"OKay then...I'll talk to you soon. Good night."
Out of the car, Sarah palmed her keys and quickly let herself in the house, locking the door behind her and giving a small wave through the glass before realizing that the house was just as quiet as it always was. Curious, she forgot all about Paul and started searching for her pet. "Hey big guy, I'm home!" She called out, realizing she was more excited to see him than Paul himself.
She searched downstairs and found no messes, no nothing and felt a surge of pride. Then went upstairs. Still everything looked the same. Finally she found him on her bed, completely gone to the world and sleeping deeply. Her heart warmed as she gazed at him and went over, slowly running her hands through his hair, ruffling it as she did. "Well you fail as a guard dog...I could have been a burglar wanting to burgle and you'd sleep through it."
Shaking her head, she kicked off her shoes and padded to her dresser. Without thought, she again stripped off her clothing down to her panties and then pulled on a long floppy night shirt that hit her knees. Unwinding her hair, she let it loose and then decided for tonight, she was done. The bed looked too inviting. Slipping under the covers, she made herself comfortable, glad for once that she had a big enough bed that he left her some space.
Still, she couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. Not always, but on occasion she felt his gaze zone in on her in a more heated away. In a way that said he was interested in a lot more friendship. Not wanting to spoil dinner she said nothing, but on the ride home, his hand grazed hers, picking it up and linking their fingers. She smiled softly, not fighting it, but not feeling whatever it was he was feeling. Instead her mind kept wandering back home to her new dog. She wondered if he was bored, if he'd peed on the floor or chewed up her favorite pair of shoes. She'd heard all sorts of horror stories in the past about puppies and dogs doing things when their owner's weren't home.
Finally reaching her driveway, Paul switched off the car and turned her. This was the moment and she knew, she had to speak to him. "Thanks for dinner. It really was fun." She told him, giving him a genuinely look of pleasure and then gently pulled her hand away. "Paul. I don't want o mislead you, but...I'm not really looking for anything heavy right now. I like you. I like doing things together and you're a fun guy to be around. I consider you a good friend, but I'm not looking for romance."
To his credit, his expression didn't change much as he gazed at her and then put on the biggest pouty look she'd ever seen. "So no kiss tonight?"
She let out a startled little laugh and shook her head, "Not tonight...I can't promise a kiss ever. Except for maybe on the cheek...I just wanted to be upfront with you."
"No worries Sarah...you're worth waiting for." He responded again and took her hand again, but this time kissed the back of it. The urge to suddenly wipe off the sensation was fierce and she was once again surprised.
"OKay then...I'll talk to you soon. Good night."
Out of the car, Sarah palmed her keys and quickly let herself in the house, locking the door behind her and giving a small wave through the glass before realizing that the house was just as quiet as it always was. Curious, she forgot all about Paul and started searching for her pet. "Hey big guy, I'm home!" She called out, realizing she was more excited to see him than Paul himself.
She searched downstairs and found no messes, no nothing and felt a surge of pride. Then went upstairs. Still everything looked the same. Finally she found him on her bed, completely gone to the world and sleeping deeply. Her heart warmed as she gazed at him and went over, slowly running her hands through his hair, ruffling it as she did. "Well you fail as a guard dog...I could have been a burglar wanting to burgle and you'd sleep through it."
Shaking her head, she kicked off her shoes and padded to her dresser. Without thought, she again stripped off her clothing down to her panties and then pulled on a long floppy night shirt that hit her knees. Unwinding her hair, she let it loose and then decided for tonight, she was done. The bed looked too inviting. Slipping under the covers, she made herself comfortable, glad for once that she had a big enough bed that he left her some space.