Her wish

01^st Oct, 2015

It all started with a kiss. Soft, splendid, supple, ravishing, passionate…

Images of her desires and dreams came in a whirlwind making her head dizzy. ‘Is this even possible? Is he really here or am I dreaming as I often do? No, I can’t open my eyes, I’ll break if I wake up.’

One glistening tear started its way across her face ready to throw itself into the abyss that was starting from the end of her jaw line, but never reached that point because a long, lean, pointer finger of a tanned, strong hand picked it up as gently and as tenderly as it could. She opened her eyes seeing familiar, dark brown eyes bathing her with the warmest look she could ever have imagined, the long lashes were slightly bent upwards making her blush with jealousy followed by a sense of guilt over such a silly feeling. Ah, if only she had those. She always thought that, whenever she would look at those lashes.

Maybe you are now being ragged with a sense of frustration, wondering who they are, how they met, what has happened to them and why things are just the way they are. Guess what? I’m not going to tell you. It’ll be my little secret. What I will reveal to you is what happened next. Before she could speak, breathe in, do anything, even blink, he hugged her with such a force taking her by surprise, that she felt as thin as a branch (which she wasn’t, but who cares?); he buried his face into her neck breathing in deeply and said in a voice which resonated longing: ”I have missed you so much.” ‘It’s not a dream!’ Her inner voice screamed. ‘He’s really here!’

With trembling hands she wrapped her arms around his broad back and in a broken voice whispered: ”It took you long enough…”