“I didn’t want to say anything at the time.” She whispered into the phone.
“But..”and she took a sharp little breath, like she was shocked at what she was about to say next.
“You unraveled me tonight.”
This was both confession and submission.
She prided herself on being in control, by maintaining her composure against a torrent of attention, flattery and failed seduction.
She was at the dinner party. I studied how she could glide the emotion of the room, the light, flirtatious banter was like a hundred tiny wind shears that she would dive and soar around.
I watched as a few tried for her affections, or a moment of her undivided attention. But she played coy and confident with each run at her gates.
We had all but a few moments, passing at the end of the evening, as the good-byes were said.
I leaned in, slipped her my number and simply whispered…
“If you were to let go into me, I would sooth your weary soul. And for a night, I would keep guard your broken heart in my bare hands.”
I turned and left her for the night, curious if the winds aloft would carry her to me.