Two friends parted and reunited
Here we go. She took a deep breath and readied herself before she pushed open the door. His freckled face looked in her direction as she entered. The look of shock and amazement would have been almost comical if tears hadn’t started welling in his deep brown eyes. She let out the flow of air from her mouth that she had held when she came into the room and spoke to him for the first time in two months.
Not the most original of lines she had to admit, but it had the same effect as any other sentence would. Realisation dawned on his face. There was a moment’s pause before either of them did anything. He knocked over the chair in his haste to get to her and threw his arms around her. She sighed happily, hugging him back almost as tightly as he was hugging her.
It had been too long.
She had his cheek pressed against hers; she noted it wasn’t just him that was crying. She could feel him shaking, whether with joy or sorrow she couldn’t tell but either of the two was good. He consoled himself and calmed down enough to tell her in a cracked and a little-louder-than-usual voice;
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you hear me? I thought you were dead, I thought I had lost you!”
Chuckling, she drew back from him and looked into his eyes. With her hands on either side of his face, she used her thumbs to wipe away all traces of tears. He smiled sadly down at her and she felt her heart beat a little faster.
“You’ll never lose me, even if you try.”
He looked amused and her heart beat faster still, he looked so sweet and innocent. He was her friend, she couldn’t tell him. On the other hand, he was bound to have noticed by now. If he hadn’t then how would he react? He might love her back. He might not. Anyway, she didn’t want to spoil this moment. She must have had a look on her face that suggested she was debating with herself because he took her hands from his face and held them in his own, looking deep into her eyes with such intensity that she felt hot and flustered. When she turned her head away so he would not see pink brush her face, he leaned forward and whispered to her, his breath tickling the hairs on the side of her neck.
“You didn’t hear me did you? When I visited you? You really were dead to the world.”
She turned back to look at him, confusion evident on her face. She opened her mouth to speak but his expression silenced her. “Shall I tell you?” he said teasingly. She nodded curiously. He pulled her closer to him and put her hands all the way around his waist so his mouth was right next to her ear. Was it getting hot in here? He then encircled her with his arms and she suppressed a soft sigh of satisfaction. It was his turn to chuckle and he kissed her gently in the soft hollow behind her ear.
“I love you” he murmured, “My greatest regret was that I never told you, I knew I should have said while I had the chance. I love you, I suppose I always have done and I guess I always will.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and she released the pent-up sigh. She was too happy to be surprised at his words. Closing her eyes, she sunk into his embrace, aware of every part of his being. She gathered up the courage and whispered back.
“I love you too.”
He withdrew and looked back into her eyes. He said just a few words to get her heart pounding;
“I know; you talk in your sleep.”
He stopped her rebuke with his lips on hers. It was so delicate yet held more than a thousand unspoken words. She knew her heart was roaring with delight, her stomach was doing back-flips to celebrate and her knees were weak. He held her tighter so they didn’t part and turned the tantalising touch of skin on skin into something much deeper, more lasting, more intimate. Their hearts entwined with each other and became one, becoming something inseparable and so strong that it could not be broken or harmed no matter how hard anyone tried. After what seemed an age, the kiss broke so delicately that you couldn’t tell when they had stopped.
His face was flushed with pleasure and his hands moved down to her hips. She smiled up at him, this time it was her turn to tangle her fingers in his unruly hair. Neither speaking until they got their breath back. “I’ve waited so long to do that.” He grinned at her in a way that her heart pounded against her ribs so much so that she couldn’t feel his heart do the same. When she finally thought of something to say, she matched his grin.
“Talk about a coming home present.”
It was just as lame as her first sentence but it would do. He said nothing and kissed her once more.