woman.”
“Kiss me Teo, kiss me one last time in this dark shadow we live in so that the next time our lips meet, it will be in truth,” she said. He kissed her. “In light.” He kissed her again more deeply. She pulled back and looked up at him. “What if the light is boring? What if we want to let the shadows in now and again?” she asked wide–eyed, as if just realizing that their life wouldn’t be tied to a goal after Tuesday.
Teo smiled.
“Then we let the shadows creep in when they need to.” Cece bit her lip and held his eyes. He thumbed her lip away from her teeth and gently bit the pouty lower one. “We’ll be anything you need,” he assured her. She pushed him then, causing him to collapse in the chair behind him. She straddled his lap, running both hands through his hair, and gently pulled backward until his throat was exposed to her. He swallowed loudly, keeping the moan that threatened to escape from doing so, wanting to tease her into thinking he wasn’t as affected as he was but needing her touch more than anything. They kissed one another with the kind of passion that only comes once in a lifetime. Soft lips pressed to the hollow of his throat and he moaned low and raw. He kissed her mouth and ran his nose up along her cheek, burrowing into her hair. As need ratcheted higher, he secured his arms around her and stood before carrying her to the bed, shadows all around them, hungry and carnivorous.
~ *** ~
Matteo woke with a smile on his face. In five short days he would be on his way to pick up his wife. He thought of their weakest moments, their strength that kept them stable and inspired to push on. The way neither was immune to pain or frustration, but handled it well, and knew how to pull themselves up from low places. The way they never missed a call from one other, always willing to be there for each other. Loyalty, devotion, and a true pillar in each other’s worlds. He thought about how when the world around her crumbled and the sun seemed as if it would never rise again, his love still believed—his faith in her his foundation.
Their love was unlike others.
It got them through the good and the bad, and it never faltered. When the world turned cold, hope, morals, kindness, and goodwill gone, they lifted each other up. And now, they were to face a new chapter in their lives. An unknown. Free of guilt and shame and betrayal. The idea scared him as much as it excited him. In five days they would take that first step together, again, into unknown waters. His faith in them didn’t waver; he knew as sure as his heart beat in his chest that they would find their way and be happy.
He snagged her journal from the bedside table and flipped toward the end with a smile on his face.
~ *** ~
2008 - USA
It’s all about perception. Life. My life is so full now. Bursting at the seams. We lie on the beach and stare at the stars at night. We make up stories for each one. Teo’s stories are so much better than mine. His imagination endless. One of the things I adore about him the most. His words, his stories, his heartbeat all seep into my soul and lift me higher than I dreamed. The small gestures and touches. His hand on my rear, pulling me against him. He seems to prefer me that way, tightly tucked up against his side. I don’t think I will ever get used to someone needing to touch me so much. Although, I share the same sentiment. My hands don’t like to leave his. My lips hate not touching his skin. The smell of him alone is a comfort. My Teo is so much more than a partner, a husband, a friend. He is the blood in my veins. He is gravity. He is the air in my lungs. He is the moon. They don’t have a word for that kind of person, that kind of union. It’s a shame. It would be a beautiful word.
~ *** ~
2012 - USA
We’ve been spying. It’s rather fun. We make up stories as we watch each of them go about their days. How tired Monique looks. How she’s having an affair with the
“Kiss me Teo, kiss me one last time in this dark shadow we live in so that the next time our lips meet, it will be in truth,” she said. He kissed her. “In light.” He kissed her again more deeply. She pulled back and looked up at him. “What if the light is boring? What if we want to let the shadows in now and again?” she asked wide–eyed, as if just realizing that their life wouldn’t be tied to a goal after Tuesday.
Teo smiled.
“Then we let the shadows creep in when they need to.” Cece bit her lip and held his eyes. He thumbed her lip away from her teeth and gently bit the pouty lower one. “We’ll be anything you need,” he assured her. She pushed him then, causing him to collapse in the chair behind him. She straddled his lap, running both hands through his hair, and gently pulled backward until his throat was exposed to her. He swallowed loudly, keeping the moan that threatened to escape from doing so, wanting to tease her into thinking he wasn’t as affected as he was but needing her touch more than anything. They kissed one another with the kind of passion that only comes once in a lifetime. Soft lips pressed to the hollow of his throat and he moaned low and raw. He kissed her mouth and ran his nose up along her cheek, burrowing into her hair. As need ratcheted higher, he secured his arms around her and stood before carrying her to the bed, shadows all around them, hungry and carnivorous.
~ *** ~
Matteo woke with a smile on his face. In five short days he would be on his way to pick up his wife. He thought of their weakest moments, their strength that kept them stable and inspired to push on. The way neither was immune to pain or frustration, but handled it well, and knew how to pull themselves up from low places. The way they never missed a call from one other, always willing to be there for each other. Loyalty, devotion, and a true pillar in each other’s worlds. He thought about how when the world around her crumbled and the sun seemed as if it would never rise again, his love still believed—his faith in her his foundation.
Their love was unlike others.
It got them through the good and the bad, and it never faltered. When the world turned cold, hope, morals, kindness, and goodwill gone, they lifted each other up. And now, they were to face a new chapter in their lives. An unknown. Free of guilt and shame and betrayal. The idea scared him as much as it excited him. In five days they would take that first step together, again, into unknown waters. His faith in them didn’t waver; he knew as sure as his heart beat in his chest that they would find their way and be happy.
He snagged her journal from the bedside table and flipped toward the end with a smile on his face.
~ *** ~
2008 - USA
It’s all about perception. Life. My life is so full now. Bursting at the seams. We lie on the beach and stare at the stars at night. We make up stories for each one. Teo’s stories are so much better than mine. His imagination endless. One of the things I adore about him the most. His words, his stories, his heartbeat all seep into my soul and lift me higher than I dreamed. The small gestures and touches. His hand on my rear, pulling me against him. He seems to prefer me that way, tightly tucked up against his side. I don’t think I will ever get used to someone needing to touch me so much. Although, I share the same sentiment. My hands don’t like to leave his. My lips hate not touching his skin. The smell of him alone is a comfort. My Teo is so much more than a partner, a husband, a friend. He is the blood in my veins. He is gravity. He is the air in my lungs. He is the moon. They don’t have a word for that kind of person, that kind of union. It’s a shame. It would be a beautiful word.
~ *** ~
2012 - USA
We’ve been spying. It’s rather fun. We make up stories as we watch each of them go about their days. How tired Monique looks. How she’s having an affair with the
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