On Love.

“Come back. Come back to me.”

Atonement, Ian McEwan

Laughter. Laughter.

Days turn into nights.

Sun. Sea. Tasty food. Smell of lavender. Waves. Waves hitting the stone.

Laughter.

The eyes meet under the blinding light. The gaze. Rests.

Nights turn into days.

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter.

They are lying opposite each other. Finally. The window is wide open letting the soft summer breeze cool their overheated bodies. Hands are being held. Eyes closed.

Lips and being thought of. But no body moves.

He is opening his eyes. Seeing her in front of him, so close, brings a smile to his face. A calm, content smile. The corner of his lips widen but they don't part. Slowly, heavily breathes out. Closes his eyes.

Moves his head carefully ever-so-slightly forwards. Rests.

Time. The breeze licks her for a second, cold air, surprise. Opens her eyes.

Moves her head towards him. A bit. Like nothing happened.

Bites her lip. But he sleeps. So tonight, she is guessing, is not the night.

Oh the sweet sorrow of time. Impatient. Clumsy.

Holds his hand even tighter even though the temperature is... de-concentrating.

Time. Eyes get tired.

Just one last look at him. He moves forwards. So close. But he sleeps.

She closes her eyes.

He moves closer. There it is. He can feel the air coming from her lungs to his lips. So close.

This air that fills my longs has just left her.

Has just left her.

All the hair on his body rises in a single moment.

All the hair on her body rises in a single moment.

The lips. Almost there. So he is not asleep.

I know they are there. Just in front of me. I just need to move... No.

Not yet.

Let me feel your breath. Let me hear your heartbeat.

There is no wind. There is no sound. The sea is still. The moon is gone.

Only stars.

Only stars.

Calm. All relaxes. All sinks into the soft bed sheets.

Only the slightest movement. Tip of the nose.

Rest.

Rest there and feel the satisfaction of the skin. This particle of the skin on the tip of your nose.

Rest.

And then. Then. The tips of the lips made an electrical response between the bodies. Rests. Rests there. Rests.

And sleeps.

Next to me.