Friday, December 5, 2008
A short story, continued...
and before she knew it, he was knocking on the door. She had dressed especially for him, a beautiful purple sweater and black pants with the new ballerina shoes she had purchased a few days before, with the idea of casual evenings in mind. Her hair was impeccable, in the new style of the day. The skin of her face was as smooth and creamy as porcelain. The glint in her hazel eyes flecked with gold sparkled and danced as the light from the porch caught them when she opened the door. The knock was unmistakably his..he knocked and her heart skipped a beat. She opened the door and there he was, smiling and so happy to see her. They embraced happily and warmly. She felt as though her breath was taken away. She never wanted this embrace to end. The closeness and strength of his embrace was intoxicating, and at once she felt complete. He came in and she returned to the kitchen, to put the final touches on the dinner for the evening. Bocelli was playing in the background, candles burning, casting a most romantic glow over the living room. She urged him to sit down and relax after his strenuous day at work. She poured him a glass of wine, Reisling, which he had selected and brought with him for them to enjoy that evening. She went back to preparing the meal as they talked about their days. She listened intently as he vented and recalled the days and weeks before. Taking a sip of her wine, she stole a glance at him over the bar that separated the living area from the kitchen. He was simply ravishing, she thought as she studied him. The boyish good looks, his light brown hair, dark brown eyes that were so intense and so deep she felt as though she could fall into them and never return. The scruffiness of his beard that had not been shaved in a couple of days did not suggest uncleanliness but of ruggedness and strength, virility that was rare these days, she found. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a blue and white button up shirt with short sleeves and dress athletic shoes. From head to toe she thought he was perfection. He was humble and modest and apologized for his scruffy appearance. She assured him there was no need for apology. She appreciated his natural good looks, that was one of the things that she was attracted to . He continued on with his recollection of the day's stressors and she finished up the meal. She poured herself a glass of wine and went to sit next to him on the couch. He asked what was going on with her life lately. She did not want to talk about herself. She wanted to hear from him. She related with a brief analysis and then expertly steered the conversation back to him. She cuddled up next to him and related the good news she had for him and they toasted a toast to life in gratitude and happiness. The clinking of the crystal glasses and the glisten in his eyes told her all she wanted to know about his feelings. They raised their glass simultaneously and drank to good life and the special time they were sharing. She stole a glance over her glass at him. The candlelight danced in back of him and made his hair glisten. Their eyes caught and they shared an electric moment. Though she tried to maintain her composure, inside her heart was dancing and every sensory neuron was sparked. She felt alive with the love that she shared for this man.
Posted by Phaedra at 12/05/2008 10:53:00 PM