The taste. She can feel the taste of his lips in her mouth even without ever kissing him. She knew they were soft, warm, and delicious.
The closeness. She isn’t in love. She just desires him. Yet, had she first seen him from afar, she would never have wanted to get closer. However, when they were introduced, the man hugged her without hesitation. Just like he always does whenever they meet. That hug is different from the others. In those moments, they melt into each other for a few seconds. They inhale each other, and their hearts beat as one.
The scent. A mixture of pod detergent and spicy cologne. Separately, she hated both. But on him, they blend irresistibly and struck deep. They awaken all her senses. Her knees weaken, warmth floods her, her lungs fill with it, and she can taste it on her tongue. For a fleeting moment, her fingers instinctively try to dig into his skin. For a fraction of a second, her body become uncontrollable with desire.
The warmth of his body. It’s not just their chests that press together. Their entire bodies fuse into one. She can feel his hot stomach, muscular, firm thighs, and strong arms holding her tightly yet gently. She melts into the hand caressing her back.
The voice. The melody that is both calming and utterly arousing. As he whispers softly into her ear, “It’s so good to see you,” his voice grow quieter with each word.
By the end, his whisper become hot, warming her earlobe through her hair. She shivers. His pleasant tone spreads through her entire being, invading and unsettling every part of her.
The glow. She can’t quite pinpoint what it is she likes about him. There is nothing specific to highlight. He is surrounded by a glow that blinds her and pulls her in. It urges her to burrow into him. To taste him. To merge with him.
The absence. The painful, gnawing emptiness he leaves in her soul. She has to go to him from time to time. Just to say hello. Just for that all-encompassing, passionate embrace.
The music was pounding too loudly—it was almost painful. She wouldn’t have come if she hadn’t known for certain that he would be there. And she couldn’t miss the chance to see him at night. On a sultry summer night, who knew what might happen? Would the spark between them finally ignite? Perhaps she could taste not only his lips but his tongue too? Maybe she’d dig her fingers into his bare skin while the heat of his groans burned against her earlobe?
“Who was that woman?”
“Don’t even ask…”
“Why? You can’t stand her? Funny, considering how long you were holding each other.”
“I have no idea why she does it.”
“Does what?”
“Every single time we run into each other, she clings to me like a sticker. She hugs me so tightly she digs her nails into me. I can feel her sniffing, and it’s like she even sighs.”
“Are you encouraging her?”
“Not at all! The first time we met, I didn’t really feel like kissing her, so I just hugged her. And now she does this every time.”