1. Max and Rosie Pt. 1


    Date: 10/19/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    eye doctor telling him he was developing cataracts and how it would be a good idea to have them removed because it would become difficult to drive at night. He would have twenty-twenty vision again and wouldn’t need glasses except possibly for reading. Maybe I should do that. I would look younger. He looked at his wrinkled brow and noticed the lines around his eyes and wondered what he would look like with a beard. He had a beard when he first started Harvard, but had shaved it off two years before he met Rosie. He had a ruddy complexion and his skin was still smooth. He remembered how youthful his father looked when he was in his seventies and was grateful for the genes passed onto him. Despite his graying hair, people were surprised to hear he was fifty-eight. He looked at his gray hair which had grown longer in the last few years because Rosie used to cut it. When she was no longer able to do that, Max let it grow. He didn’t want to pay twenty-five dollars for a haircut and remembered how it used to cost two dollars when he was in college. From time to time he would take scissors and cut it himself when it was getting too long and shaggy. “Your hair is long. I like it,” Rosie said one day but never mentioned that she used to cut it. Leah just laughed and said he looked like an aging hippie. “Are you growing a beard?” Robin asked three days after he decided not to shave. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the stubble on his chin, then chuckled. “I think so. I had a beard ...
    when I was in college and thought, why not?” “I like beards.” Robin studied Max’s face for a few seconds and smiled, then turned back to slicing an onion for the omelet she was making for Rosie’s breakfast. “Good. I’m glad you like beards.” “Why is that good?” She glanced at him, gazing into his eyes and had a playful smile on her lips. “I don’t know. It just is.” Max looked at Robin’s lips, her playful smile and the way she looked into his eyes and wondered if she was flirting or teasing. He knew he was suppressing his urge to kiss her. I want to kiss her. Why is she looking at me like that? Robin turned away and took the toast out of the toaster-oven and started buttering it. She threw the diced onions into the omelet, lifted her mug of coffee to her lips, then looked back at him and smiled.“So you’re growing a beard. Cool!” When he was close to her, he could feel her energy and it made standing next to her strangely appealing, as if he was being drawn to her like a butterfly drawn to a flower petal. Her teeth are so white. She’s so pretty…such a sweet smile. I wish I had the nerve to kiss her. I want to. Normally, when he felt these urges, he would then do something to distract himself from her. He’d pour himself another cup of coffee, or sit down at the table and pick up the grocery list and study it. But that morning, Max didn’t sit down or pour more coffee. He wanted to touch her, hold her, express the attraction he was fighting against and take the chance that she would ...
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