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Mars's heart picked up its pace, pounding like a steel drum in his chest as he stared down at the most beautiful words in the English language.
“You are truly struck, young Mars,” he muttered to himself.
They made plans to meet that evening once Rhi had returned home from work, showered, and gotten herself “prettied up,” as she stated in her messages. She came out just as dusk fell, with Mars leaning up against his vermillion-shaded Ferrari as she entered his vision.
Mars felt his legs weaken as he looked upon her. She was wearing slacks with a soft sage-green blouse, one that looked interchangeable between her workday tasks and a casual night out. She dressed it up with a beaded necklace of amber, complimenting both the top and her darkly enigmatic locks of hair.
She was stunning, as always, which gave Mars the impulse to treat her gently. He took her by the hand and bent his neck as he gazed upon her elegant wonder.
“My, you are quite a vision, Rhi,” he said, bringing a finger to her cheek and stroking it. “What are you doing going out with a putz like me?”
Rhi’s lips were painted a dark
violet shade, parting as she laughed that tuneful lilt. Mars bent his head to her mouth, and they pressed against each other in the gloom of the parking lot.
“Mmm,” she groaned under him.
He smiled as they parted, resisting the urge to guide her tongue into his mouth.
“You taste like sweet champagne, darling.”
Rhi gave him a look that straddled the line of condemnation but quickly disappeared as she broke into a playful chuckle. Mars took a dramatic bow as he opened the car door for her, and she settled in like she had done it a thousand times before.
“You truly are an anguished romantic, aren’t you?”
Mars buckled himself in, flashing her what he hoped was a handsome smolder.
“I don’t know about the anguished part. I feel pretty good about being romantic with you.”
Rhi traced a finger along the outside of her lips, a habit Mars had clocked, which he wondered whether it was conscious to her. Either way, he found it sexy, a possible indicator that she was as thrilled to be in his company as he was to be in hers.
He drove them to a dock outside the city, escaping the constant hum of electricity and life. Mars immediately felt himself breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that for the weekend, it would truly just be them alone within the serenity of a quiet country village.
They boarded the private river boat that would take them to the village a few hours away. Within the town was the Wheeler Carnival, with more of a commoner vibe than something luxurious and extravagant that they were used to.
Nevertheless, Mars still spared no expense. The riverboat was cozy and small yet stocked with all the amenities anyone could ever need. They spent most of the night sitting in deck chairs, looking out onto the water and holding hands as they chatted and sipped vintage merlot wine.
It seemed to Mars that Rhi was curious yet a bit apprehensive as to what the night’s adventures would include. He stroked the inside of her palm as she stared out onto the glassy black river.
“You aren’t used to someone else taking care of things, are you?”
She looked at him, that pensive, strained look fading into a calm smile. She swirled her wine before polishing it off.
“I’m that obvious, am I?” she replied.
Mars shrugged, continuing to caress the inside of her free hand tenderly.
“I know it’s not easy giving up control when you’re used to directing every aspect of your life … but I want you to trust me.”
He placed his wine glass on the deck, then leaned in close to Rhi. She was as fragrant as a fresh rose in spring.
“I want to take care of you, not that you need me to. But in a way that is … rejuvenating.”
Rhi gazed at him, those plump lips pursing as she maintained her magnificent posture. She let him lean in closer, not bridging the gap at all, as they closed their eyes and kissed softly.
“Mmm,” she moaned under him. “I think … I think I can get used to that.” Her voice was a mere whisper in the wind, a chime of a bird song at dawn. A chill ran up his spine as she pulled him in again, her body submitting to the electric attraction between the two lovers.
The make-out did not get too heated as the buildup would make the cataclysmic collision all the more exquisite. It was something neither of them had to say, but the tension that sat within the heights of their bodies knew.
