Although I pretended to read my book, the reality was that I read and reread the same page several times. Sitting so close to me, I couldn’t help but be aware of his presence. My nipples tightened just thinking of him smiling and paying attention to me. My heart beat faster and my pussy moistened, each time I wondered what it would feel like to be held in those strong-looking arms with taunt muscles that sculpted his black tee shirt sleeves.

How would it feel to have a kissing session with him, right there on the bench? Never much for public displays of affection, it surprised me that I wouldn’t mind making out with him for the world to see. I felt my face heat up. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind doing much more with him on that bench.

There was only one problem – We never acknowledged each other. Instead, he’d sit there and stare out into the traffic. His eyes were unfocused, his jaw set. What inner vision held him? What problem was he unraveling? Or was he working out the details of some brilliant plan? I imagined that he was a successful construction company owner, and his thoughts were full of spectacular construction plans. The day before, two women passing by, slowed down to give him the once over and tried to catch his eye. He didn’t seem to notice them. Minutes later, a well-dressed man passed by us and tried to do the same. Again, no reaction from my handsome friend.

I decided to stop pretending to read and a crazy thought came over me as I closed my book: Say something to him.

I snuck a peek at him. He stared straight into the distance, as if he wore blinders. Not a muscle did he move. Do it, girl! Say something! Anything! I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. Before I could get any words out, the unexpected happened.

Dear Reader: What do you think happened next?