IT'S THE PERFECT TIME TO PANIC!!

I went to a wedding today with my family, but I wasn't thinking about the happy couple.  I was thinking about what happened before the wedding--before we even left the neighborhood.  I couldn't think about anything else.


I was dressed and ready to go to the wedding, but first I wanted to deliver something that I made for T, since I've been determined to step up while he's recovering from his accident. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.  So, I used the key from the usual spot and let myself in.  I didn't see him, and suddenly I thought that he might have "company".  I tried to be as quiet as possible as I tiptoed through the house like a mouse trying not to wake up the cat.  I was going to put the lasagna in the fridge and get out of there.  That was my plan, anyway.


It didn't quite work out that way.  On the way back from the kitchen I ran into him, freshly showered and wearing not a stitch on him.  I have to admit that I could not help but get a good look before I covered my eyes and he dove into the bedroom.  BTW, he has a scar on his abdomen and all the rumors that I've heard are true.

When he returned, wearing a bathingsuit, he tried to break the ice by joking about how I'm making him fat with all of the food.  Seriously, the man does not have an inch of fat on his perfectly formed body.  Anyway, I'm not panicking about that.  That happened innocently enough.  It was what happened afterwards that is making me freak out.  He complimented the way I looked in the new dress, and one thing led to another until we suddenly kissed.


It wasn't one of those neighborly kisses, or one that you would give to a family member.  It was a hot, passionate kiss that practically blew my shoes off.  I've never experienced a kiss like that, and it wasn't just a kiss.  It may have been a prelude to something else if I had not slammed on the brakes.  Then we both realized what we were doing, and split apart like we were burning.  Well, we were.


I was so panicked afterwards, that I didn't stay long enough to listen to him apologize.  I just got the hell out of there.   Ran like a scared little rabbit running away from a wolf. A wolf that I'm extremely attracted to, by the way, and I can't seem to get out of my mind.  


Now, I'm back from the wedding and wondering what I should do.  I know one thing--I definitely have to stay away from T.  At least for a week to let this cool down...but I don't want to.