He holds her against him.. and she clings on him. His scent.. her perfume mingle. None of them wants to let go.
It’s his house. Spacious and manly. Simple. They split apart and sit across each other. He offers her a drink which she politely declines.
Silence engulfs them. He stares at her.. she shyly looks at him. He gaps the distance and pulls him against her. He holds her against him as if expecting her to resist. She doesn’t. He raises her head and kisses her. It felt wonderful.
He does love this girl.
His hand sneaks under her chiffon top and he feels her soft skin. He gently caresses her.. He takes the first step and removes his shirt.
She a look at his muscles and runs her hand over his chest as if testing deep waters. And he can’t stand the distance any longer. Neither can she.
Morning creeps in. He turns and finds her next to him. He doesn’t know what to say. He just wants to get to work. It’s her fault that he is almost late. He hopes he hasn’t contracted any infection from her.
He takes a shower and wakes her up. He drops her off and she goes home.
He doesn’t call or ask her how she was feeling. She doesn’t call or ask him how him how he was feeling. Her fears exceeded his with one;no pregnancy. Taking a shower and headed off for her duties. They were in love with each other.
A friend talks to her and asked what the guy she was seeing does or what his second name was or where he was from. She had no idea. And on his side, he had no idea and neither did he have a friend to bother him.
They meet in the evening. Both of them are quiet. None of them knows what to say to the other. None of them is worried about the other. What they both feel is that burning feeling of wanting to bridge the distance. And they both let out a sigh, thinking they are in love with each other. And he crosses the gap and takes her into his arms
Love is kind, love is patient, love doesn’t boast, it’s not jelous, not rude, not self seeking, not easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs, always protects, hopes and always perseveres.
All they have is lust confused for love.