No, not nervous-nearly quaking in anticipation. In a short time, the plane would land and she'd be here. She'd actually be here. No more texting on Wh...t's App, or sharing photos of each other over Facebook, she'd actually be standing in front of him and he felt himself terrified of how she'd react when she saw him. It was true he was quite tall and sometimes unsure of himself, but today he'd dressed in her 'favorite' outfit. He'd put on clean trousers and his brown steam punk-like boots,. Get it?’ She frowned up at him. He was smiling but there was a tenseness in his eyes. She looked back down at her hands. ‘I’m not your girlfriend,’ she muttered. ‘I know that.’ ‘We’re not together.’ ‘That’s true too,’ he smiled as he regained his seat. ‘Stop treating me like that. I don’t deserve it.’ ‘Never. You deserve even more.’ ‘No, I don’t. Your girlfriend does.’ ‘You keep saying that word, but it doesn’t mean anything to me, because I don’t want to be your boyfriend.’ ‘Then what do you. May be I was busy with my work stress of work. Dating was last thing in my mind; all I knew is to work 24/7 to survive in the job. I don’t know how I got closer to her; I faintly remember teasing her for something for which others in work station were later making fun of her. And that’s how she began to notice me. We never had our own cabin or work station… Most of the employees float around in my company. We used to meet now and then. One day I asked her phone number but she refused but she. Laying there, her chest rising and falling with aroused breaths, she watched…she waited. His fingers gently caressed her stomach, sliding down to the little mound below her belly button, then combing through the small patch of hair above swollen pink lips. A small gasp escaped Aurora, as she felt the moisture accumulate between her thighs. He knew this, he knew the simplest touch sent her into a sexual frenzy. Yet he did not travel further, and kept her painfully longing for his touch. Instead.