His thumb traced a line down her neck. The warmth from his
palm on her neck spread through her. He was holding her close, she was holding
him too. Her eyes were shut tight but lips parted in anticipation. They stood
cheek to cheek, feeling their breath brush off their skin.
They had met a month ago at a common friend’s birthday party.
The connection was instant. They had spent the whole evening chatting and
stayed together till almost everyone had left. She did not want the evening to
end and the feeling was mutual. Phone numbers were exchanged and the first
messages flew across the very same night.
It had started light and soon turned rigorous. Not a beep
missed to reply and when it didn’t beep a sense of loss. Their hands typed
feverishly and yet they had so much to share and then one day, they started to
call.
When they weren't messaging, they were lost in thoughts. They
could only wonder what it was and did not know what it was destined for. They
had jobs and lives that needed their attention and that ensured that they spent
some time apart. But the moment a window opened, the messages would start.
She felt a pain one night, inside her heart. It was, she
realised called LONGING. She missed him, wished him to be near, an arm around
her shoulder, her head against his beating chest. He felt that pain too and
wished to hold her near and never let her go far.
They planned to meet for coffee; it had been two weeks since
they had first met. Unlike the first time, they hardly had any words to speak.
They sat silently, together staring in to their cups, watching the hearts in
the froth and wondering what the other was thinking. Though they sat silent,
they sat content, just happy to be near each other. She gathered some courage
and extended her little finger from where she held her cup. It gently grazed
his hand and slowly pried out his little finger too. They sat there, talking of
the weather, looking dreamily everywhere else rather than meeting eyes. They
sat there with their fingers intertwined.
The other meetings were unlike that one, they had lots to
talk, there were lots of smiles and lots more fingers intertwined.
They were returning from dinner tonight. They had driven
together but wanted to walk together for a while. It was a lonely corner. He loosely held her hand and kept wishing for
a never ending night. It was sudden. She turned towards him quickly and hooked
her arms under his. He was taken aback. Shaken and nervous, he hugged her back
and they held tight.
As they drew apart, he held her pretty head in his hands. He
traced a line down her throat and gulped for air. He felt her swallow in
anticipation. They now stood cheek to cheek, lips parted and waiting for that
moment.
