He sits back in his host’s chair and turns his attention to her shoulder and neck. She is delicately built and the curve of her shoulder, closely fit with a wool coat, attracts him. Frequently one hand will flip up and touch the shoulder as she makes a conversational point, or toy with the collar of the coat, emphasizing her fine bone structure and the line of her neck below her ear.
Finally she takes a break from the conversation and notices him. For a long moment she looks directly at him with a cat’s cool unblinking gaze. Then a tiny quick half smile and she’s up to walk down the hall towards the restroom.
On bare feet as she walks away, her woman’s weight is immediate, real, a touch and not a picture, thumping along to the back of the apartment. He can feel it in his stomach like a little temblor.He knows now that he needs her physically and staring won’t do anymore. By the time she’s settled back in her seat he’s outside, through the screen door with a crash, partygoers watching his back as he bolts off pitched forward and striding down the dark suburban street, fumbling for a cigarette and coughing at the sudden cold.