William’s already working when I arrive. I take my place across the table and start stuffing fliers. He flashes that smile—the one that always manages to melt my insides. Geez, I sound like a lovesick schoolgirl.
I love the way William clears his throat to fill awkward silences. I love that he goes by his full name, not Will or—Lord help me—Billy. I love that he cares enough about animals to volunteer at the Animal Rescue League. And, on a purely shallow level, he’s freakin’ hot.
We have a connection. I think. On the way over here, I talked myself into making a move. Ugh! Can't do it.
I love the way William clears his throat to fill awkward silences. I love that he goes by his full name, not Will or—Lord help me—Billy. I love that he cares enough about animals to volunteer at the Animal Rescue League. And, on a purely shallow level, he’s freakin’ hot.
We have a connection. I think. On the way over here, I talked myself into making a move. Ugh! Can't do it.
*
I worked with Jordan today. It could be wishful thinking, but I feel such a connection. Sometimes the feeling is so strong I want to scream, “Hey, let’s do this thing!” I can barely stand when there’s silence, because the urge is overwhelming.
Besides being drop-dead gorgeous, Jordan has the biggest heart. And I'm a total sucker for the brown hair/blue eyes combo. We have so much in common.
Every time we work together, I leave pissed off at myself for letting another opportunity pass. Why can't I just grow some balls? I’m scared to put myself out there again, that’s why. But I can’t go on like this much longer.
Besides being drop-dead gorgeous, Jordan has the biggest heart. And I'm a total sucker for the brown hair/blue eyes combo. We have so much in common.
Every time we work together, I leave pissed off at myself for letting another opportunity pass. Why can't I just grow some balls? I’m scared to put myself out there again, that’s why. But I can’t go on like this much longer.
*
“Oh, those kids,” I groan under my breath as the last volunteer walks out the door. “Gah!”
“Who?”
“William and Jordan.”
“Still no progress, huh?” Jan, my co-volunteer coordinator shakes her head, chuckling. “Maybe we outta lock them in the storeroom. Remember that game Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“I really thought William would make a move today. He seemed like he was working himself up to it.”
“Just keep scheduling them together, Cupid,” she says. “If something’s there, it’ll happen.”
I scoop up the stuffed envelopes, turn off the coffee pot, and grab my jacket and purse.
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “One of those boys seriously needs to man up.”
“Who?”
“William and Jordan.”
“Still no progress, huh?” Jan, my co-volunteer coordinator shakes her head, chuckling. “Maybe we outta lock them in the storeroom. Remember that game Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“I really thought William would make a move today. He seemed like he was working himself up to it.”
“Just keep scheduling them together, Cupid,” she says. “If something’s there, it’ll happen.”
I scoop up the stuffed envelopes, turn off the coffee pot, and grab my jacket and purse.
“I don’t know,” I sigh. “One of those boys seriously needs to man up.”
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This week's Trifecta Writing Challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the word "melt" as defined below:
MELT
MELT
to make tender or gentle. SOFTEN
Word count: 333
