Throughout the week, the non-stop texting did nothing to curb Nandhini's urge to meet Etienne again. He was such a sweet man. So intelligent. It was something she admired. More than good looks, Nandhini had always been attracted to a man who was smart. Etienne had many interests. Other than writing poems, which he sent her daily, he loved to travel and had passion for adventure. Etienne also volunteered in India whenever he travelled to that part of the world, which was at least once a year. He seemed too perfect to be true.
They planned to meet over the weekend. Nandhini suggested a nice restaurant by the river. He let her decide. "I just want to spend a wonderful evening with this lovely woman", he said. The way he said it, made her blush. Thank goodness he can't see it, she thought.
She picked a deep red cocktail dress, the colour of a fresh rose. The silky smooth dress felt so good against her skin. It clung to her showing off her curves, and ended mid thigh. Nandhini had gorgeous long legs which the dress wasn't shy to show off. She wore her favourite pair of diamond loops on her ears and stone studded stilettos to match. Her dark tresses flowed down to her shoulders like a veil. She was absolutely stunning.
Etienne was already at the restaurant when she arrived. His heart skipped a beat when he first had a glimpse of her. He stood up and pulled the chair out for her. Nandhini had to force her eyes away from him. In his black formal shirt and pants and neatly trimmed goatee, he looked like he had just stepped out of a movie set. She had to take a deep breath before she sat down.
They ordered their meal and over dinner continued their conversation. He shared with her stories of his travels, his family back home, his work. The topics were endless. And just like the first meeting, they lost track of time and didn't realise that they were the only ones left in the restaurant. The manager was nice enough to allow them to stay a little longer.
After finishing up with their drinks, they decided to take a walk down by the river. Was it the wine? Nandhini was feeling warm and her heart was racing a little. She could sense that something was about to happen, something she had been waiting for, for a long time. She felt Etienne's hand on her arm. He gently turned her toward him. She stared into his eyes for a split second before she felt her mind go blank. She could have sworn that her heart had stopped for that moment. His lips were pressed against hers. His arms now lay on her hips, pulling her closer. She naturally placed her hands on his chest, not quite sure what she was doing.
Etienne then pulled back and smiled at her. Nandhini could feel herself blushing again. Is this what it was like to kiss? She wanted to giggle but stopped herself. She had that goofy smile on her face again. She wanted more but Etienne just took her hand and they continued walking in silence under the starlit sky.
Story continued from Letter A