His movements were subtle, elegant but classy at the same time. It wasn't dirty; it was something more loving and innocent. The way he moved his large hand across my stomach sent shivers down my spine. I could not help but think why he wanted me, the way he looked at me with such gracious admiration. The way he touched me so gently, wanting nothing but my affection. The whole concept was foreign to me; I had never been loved like I was now. Someone wanted me for me, someone wanted me because I genuinely amused him, I made him laugh, and I challenged him. Every aspect of a relationship I FOUGHT him every step of the way till he had pinned me down and looked me straight in the face before he leaned in to kiss me. It was strange; we were like best friends, perfect enemies and old lovers. Even as I saw him I still got excited, butterflies were trapped within my system and sometimes id forget what I wanted to say to him. Whether it was to ask of his day, or tell him that I loved him.
"When do you have to leave?" I asked.
"Two days." I frowned as I rested my head against his chest.
"What will I do until you get back? It will be weeks." I whispered.
"Simple, we dream ma Cherie. We dream of our next encounter. When the sun sets here the sun rises there." He smiled.
"It's so s****y there." I told him.
"Why don't you come along and make it less s****y?"
"Because then I will never want you to leave again."
Let's get married.
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