Knowing Jake

Nancy

Lanie took us around town in her convertible. It was a pleasant evening, and the cool city breeze brushed my skin. The view of the city, which was extremely illuminated by neon lights, made things much warmer, or maybe it was just the presence of the man sitting next to me. He certainly gave me pleasant and exciting sensations.

He was chatting casually with Lanie and the topic was the beautiful, sporting city of Las Vegas, but his fingers were gently brushing the back of my hand in the space where our skin met. It was strange and exciting to see how a simple touch from him could completely shake my senses, giving me butterflies.

Was this what it felt like to be captivated by someone? I've rarely had this chance for someone to let themselves appear so attractive to me. Bruce had been my first and only man, and since he cared little about me, I practically never went through that phase of smiling stupidly while thinking about someone special. Although, at my age, that was still