I wasn't watching

I Wasn?t Watching Have you ever sat just looking at the sunset? I have, often. It?s one of those moments in life which is fine alone, better shared. Imagine a late summer evening, the sky is aflame and the warmth of the day has settled in your bones. Nothing spoils that time, ever. No matter what troubles you, it is insignificant for those moments between the heat of the day and the chill of the night. I wasn?t really watching her. The party was ebbing, the barbecue cooling and there were more empty bottles than full. I was sitting alone, looking at the sky and holding a long-empty glass. I was sober but perhaps only just. I wasn?t watching her but I could see her. Her tall, slender body in that delicious black dress kaçak iddaa with her blonde hair tied back so it fell like a rope behind her. The dress was long and touched the grass where she stood talking to another girl, woman. Her hands occasionally touched the other girl but it didn?t matter because I wasn?t watching. They separated and I looked up at the first stars that broke through the flame that was the sky. Now the colours were deep and had such warmth that I felt drowsy looking at them. ?Your glass is empty.? She looked down at me from beside my chair ? she held two full glasses and, smiling, offered one to me. ?I?ve probably had enough but thank you.? I smiled up at her and took the glass, placing my kaçak bahis empty on the table in front of me. ?We?ve all probably had enough. But it is a Friday night so it won?t matter.? I could smell the sea, almost hear it just beyond the dunes that guarded it. She stood, just looking and smiling. Then she sat on the table and looked harder at me. ?Are you watching me?? She grinned, ?Yes, like you were watching me.? ?I was not! I could see you but???..? Her finger touched my lip. ?If you lie to me now, I will never talk to you again.? Her finger lingered on my lip then slid into my mouth. ?Tell the truth.? As her finger slid out I said, ?How did you know?? She nodded, apparently satisfied that I was no longer pretending illegal bahis even to myself. ?Because, I was watching you.? She smiled at me again as her finger traced my lips. She held her hand out to me and I took it. She pulled me and I stood and moved closer to her. ?Come and join us.? She stood and led me, compliant as I was, to a group of her friends, she introduced me although I had no idea how she knew my name. They were fun and friendly and, like me, almost sober. We laughed and talked and I was involved, included, enveloped in their friendship. She talked to me and to others, occasionally catching my eye and smiling at me. The last tiny ray of the sun caught her hair and her eyes. God, those eyes. We moved into the house, large and warm and I suddenly realised how cool it had become outside. I sipped slowly, reluctant to drink too much more but so enjoying the conviviality, the warmth and the sheer pleasure.