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Turn to Stone copyright 2009 nikkipattinson
Turn to Stone
I didn't know that it was possible; the love at first sight thing, but it must be possible because here I am, sitting in this café for the fourth day in a row and I still can't take my eyes off of this woman. She is exquisite. Her long mahogany hair looks like it's made of pure silk. Her chocolate eyes are full of warmth and life and laughter. Her ivory skin has to feel like velvet; it looks so soft and unblemished. And her lips… they are perfect. To kiss those lips would be pure ecstasy. I've never had a problem talking to women. They actually tend to throw themselves at me, but this woman. I'm not good enough for her. I can't be; she's perfect. I'm too tainted to even consider being in the same class as this marvelous creature.
So, here I sit for the fourth day; watching her like some sleazy stalker. I can't help myself. I try to go to other places for lunch, but I seem to end up here every time. I'm too much of a chicken shit to actually sit in her section, so I watch her from a distance and have extremely inappropriate fantasies about this angel. Oh, the things I can imagine doing to her… no, with her. I would never degrade such perfection by doing anything to hurt her or harm her virtue. Everything would be gentle and for her pleasure, because her pleasure is my pleasure.
I have to stop this. I'm getting aroused and I don't want to have to go into the men's room at work to take care of this. Tomorrow I will talk to her. Tomorrow I will sit in her section. Tomorrow I will ask her name. Tomorrow I would begin to win her heart.
He's here again today! I can't believe he came back again for the fourth day. I have never seen so gorgeous a man in my entire life. He should be on a movie screen. He's an Adonis. How I would love to get my hands into that bronze hair and pull those perfect lips to mine. I could swim in the green pools that are his eyes. I can barely take an order for imaging what is underneath that shirt and tie. If the reality is half as good as my fantasy then I'm a goner.
I wish I had the nerve to talk to him. I'm nowhere near his league. Such a stupid girl to think that someone that perfect would ever look my way. I'm not good enough for him. I'm a nothing; a nobody. He could have a super-model girlfriend for all I know; the way he looks he probably does. But... maybe he doesn't. Maybe he's single. Maybe he doesn't come here for the food.
I have to talk to him. I have to hear his voice. I know it will be like velvet. Tomorrow I will talk to him. Tomorrow I will switch sections with Jessica if I have to. Tomorrow I will ask his name. Tomorrow I will offer my heart.