Flirtin’ in Church

I felt his gaze before I saw it.  My eyes wandered toward him and our eyes locked.  He held my gaze, as if by command, and then a slow, demi-smile started across his face.  I turned away and concentrated on playing the piano. 

The next time I looked over at him, he had shifted to get a clearer view.  Now it was a full frontal stare.  My cheeks warmed and I allowed a small smile to work its way onto my face.   He sensed the control he had over this situation. His eyes started dancing; he grinned straightforwardly and unabashedly. 

My propriety weakened; I winked at him. 

He moved again and the top of the chair framed his sparkling eyes.  He shifted so I could not see him.  Slowly, his face came into view between two chairs.  Distracted, I searched for my place in the music.  I took a deep breath and refocused on my duties. 

Those insistent eyes kept tempting me and finally I snuck another glance.  So far down the slippery slope of brazen behavior, I winked again.  His grandpa winked back at me.  My cheeks are hot.  Next song.



 

7 thoughts on “Flirtin’ in Church

  1. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…love the post. Hope everything is going smoothly in LG. I miss you! I’m looking forward to Christmas Break! I know I still have 3 months left but I can still dream…if I have time. hahahaha. Its busy around here but God is teaching me many things. God Bless! love ya

  2. We grannies are all just hussies at heart, brazen hussies…our husbands are’nt much better either!
    I gotta get a baby fix while I’m in town today…
    they say Addie can roll and scooch a bit…
    Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset… you know the rest!

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