She was almost falling asleep. Right there, at the brink. Slipping into the
world of sub consciousness, of strange dreams. I love you, she heard. Her eyes
opened on their own, without her permission. Like they wanted to know before
she did. Her eyes gazed into his. Deeply, questioning the phrase she heard.
I’ve never loved anyone truly, he had said a while ago. But there he lay,
holding her like a precious gift in his arms, saying those very words to her.
Never had a moment been so precious to her. She wanted to say something, but
the words never left her mouth. It had never been that way; she could always
say the things she wanted. Always, even if she didn’t mean it. But this once
that she really did, it refused. Like grey clouds that refused to pour, looking
for the right place, the right moment to shower down she held it on. No moment
could compare to what she had just experienced. So she looked on, into those
eyes that were imploring into hers trying to understand what turmoil was going
on behind that distant gaze that she had. Are you serious, she asked finally
and immediately regretted it. What a silly question, she shouldn’t have opened
that mouth of hers. He laughed and held her tighter. Their faces now
millimeters away from each other. In
that hot room that wasn’t hers, they were breathing the same air , breathing
each other in and as if for the very first time. Their hands and minds needed
no introduction to each other though. Since the first time they touched, it was like Déjà
vu, she knew every nook, every fold of skin on his body.. that mole on the
right side of his neck. And he knew her like he knew his books, cover to cover.
His fingertips created electricity and his lips discovered her a little more
everytime. It was a moment out of a story, she thought in retrospect. A story
you never will forget, almost like it happened to you. This time for a change,
she wasn’t reading. It was happening to her, her story, their story, unfolding
like the most beautiful piece of literature written.
You make me want to write love stories, she said to him.
Are you serious, he asked.
