“What are you doing?”
Alex didn’t even realize the words had passed through her lips. They left her body in a demure and breathy exodus. Her eyes glimmered with a sense of hope akin to that of a fairytale Princess. The kaleidoscope in her mind swirled with the colourful thoughts of what could be. She waited, hanging on his every breath, scanning his face for any sign of what he was feeling.
Her words fluttered around him like butterflies. Their cool breeze touched his skin and delighted his senses. Unlike Alex, his mind was still. He had never been as sure about anything as he was about this moment. He drank in her image. Every inch of her quizzical face. Every hair on her head. Every beat of her heart.
“I can’t take it any longer, Alex.”
His words sliced through the air deftly. She was crippled by his directness. Her usual strong and matter-of-fact demeanor gave way to that of a blushing teenaged girl. It was good she was sitting because her knees were weak. It took every ounce of her energy to push out 4 simple words:
“What do you mean?”
She hadn’t even finished this query before Geoffrey’s lips found themselves on hers. He placed them there carefully, deliberately, lovingly. This delicate, tender moment of affection made time stand still for Alex. Her entire body was immediately on fire. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She had imagined this moment a million times over, (though she never would have admitted to doing so, even to herself) but a million fantasies couldn’t begin to live up to the real thing. She never dreamed that this moment would have been this magical. She never anticipated how intoxicating Geoffrey would smell. She never thought that something so wrong, would have felt so right.