He walked out of the elevator and approached her with a big smile on his face. She felt her cheeks flush with a shyness she never knew she had in her, and responded with an embarrassed grin. A few minutes later, they found themselves going up in the same elevator that had brought him down to her. She stood in the centre with her back to the wall and he stood ahead of her, closer to the door. He first looked at the floor, then turned toward her, on his left, and said, "It's really good to see you." She grinned widely again and mumbled something that, in a perfect script, would have been replaced by fabulousness.
When they reached his place, she found herself pacing up and down the faux wooden floor and gazing at the lights outside the huge windows. He sat in the corner in the lone armchair of his sprawling studio apartment and looked at her. His left hand was bent at the elbow and as he rested his face against his palm, he asked her if she wanted a drink. She said yes and he got up in an instant and walked to the bar that he had installed after the last time they had met. "What do you think of this?" he asked, while pointing to the line-up of bottles. She noticed that they were all her favourites.
She moved from the window, joined him at the bar and said, "It's so you."
"I am not sure if that's a good thing anymore," he shot back with one eyebrow raised. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Well, the last time you referred to something as being 'so me', it was shortly followed by you storming out of here... remember?"
"Remember... but don't wanna. You fixing me that drink or not?" she asked in her trademark drawl.
"Here," he turned toward her holding up two glasses and gave her the one in his right hand. She took it and held it in both hands, her mint blue nails standing out against the old fashioned gleaming with her favourite drink in the world. He said cheers and knocked his glass against hers before taking a big sip of her favourite drink in the world. But she didn't hold her glass to her lips.... she just took the one he was holding and placed it down on the counter along with hers.
"Why are you taking my drink away from me?" he asked, surprised at what she had just done. "Because now, it's time for my first sip...."
And those were the last words they exchanged for the next couple of hours. When she was done with him, he looked at her in wonder and realised that she had unravelled all the pain and disappointment of the past few months with just her lips and blue fingertips.
He held her face in his hands and pulled her so close to him that she found it difficult to breathe, but even that wasn't close enough for him.
"I love you," he said softly, as she slowly lifted up her face to meet his eyes.
"I don't," she replied.
"Then why did you just do that?" he was puzzled, "Why did you make love to me like that if you don't love me?"
"You said I love you, right? What does that mean?" she asked.
"It means exactly that... that I love you," he said, exasperated.
"You love me?" she quizzed.
"Yes!" his dark eyes seemed defeated by now.
"And I said I don't.... Get it?" she was giggling by now.
"I don't love me!"
"Come here!" he said grabbing her face with both his hands and pulling her close.
As he kissed her lips for what seemed like the longest few minutes of his life, there was only one thought in his mind - I am never letting go of her.... ever again.
When they reached his place, she found herself pacing up and down the faux wooden floor and gazing at the lights outside the huge windows. He sat in the corner in the lone armchair of his sprawling studio apartment and looked at her. His left hand was bent at the elbow and as he rested his face against his palm, he asked her if she wanted a drink. She said yes and he got up in an instant and walked to the bar that he had installed after the last time they had met. "What do you think of this?" he asked, while pointing to the line-up of bottles. She noticed that they were all her favourites.
She moved from the window, joined him at the bar and said, "It's so you."
"I am not sure if that's a good thing anymore," he shot back with one eyebrow raised. "What does that mean?" she asked. "Well, the last time you referred to something as being 'so me', it was shortly followed by you storming out of here... remember?"
"Remember... but don't wanna. You fixing me that drink or not?" she asked in her trademark drawl.
"Here," he turned toward her holding up two glasses and gave her the one in his right hand. She took it and held it in both hands, her mint blue nails standing out against the old fashioned gleaming with her favourite drink in the world. He said cheers and knocked his glass against hers before taking a big sip of her favourite drink in the world. But she didn't hold her glass to her lips.... she just took the one he was holding and placed it down on the counter along with hers.
"Why are you taking my drink away from me?" he asked, surprised at what she had just done. "Because now, it's time for my first sip...."
And those were the last words they exchanged for the next couple of hours. When she was done with him, he looked at her in wonder and realised that she had unravelled all the pain and disappointment of the past few months with just her lips and blue fingertips.
He held her face in his hands and pulled her so close to him that she found it difficult to breathe, but even that wasn't close enough for him.
"I love you," he said softly, as she slowly lifted up her face to meet his eyes.
"I don't," she replied.
"Then why did you just do that?" he was puzzled, "Why did you make love to me like that if you don't love me?"
"You said I love you, right? What does that mean?" she asked.
"It means exactly that... that I love you," he said, exasperated.
"You love me?" she quizzed.
"Yes!" his dark eyes seemed defeated by now.
"And I said I don't.... Get it?" she was giggling by now.
"I don't love me!"
"Come here!" he said grabbing her face with both his hands and pulling her close.
As he kissed her lips for what seemed like the longest few minutes of his life, there was only one thought in his mind - I am never letting go of her.... ever again.
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