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She catches me staring, and I quickly turn away, clenching my jaw. I look like a creep to her, I’m sure of it. She doesn’t say anything, though. I dare another glance at her, only to see the corners of her full lips curl upwards.

We’re driving past the overlook near her place and the beach just beyond it. The smell of the salt air is heavy here and even at night, the dark waters of the ocean are magnificent. And it occurs to me I don’t really want it to end just yet.

“Let’s park for a second,” I suggest.

Her thoughtful gaze remains on the evening sky as dusk sparks the most spectacular rays of orange and blue.

“Sure,” she finally says faintly.

I park the car at the overlook, facing it toward the beach and the sea, and we sit in silence, our gazes devouring the view. The only sound I can hear is the waves crashing on the shore, with the faint sound of the occasional car speeding by on the highway.

“It’s such a nice night. So enchanting.” Her beauty has only ripened in our time apart.

“Yes,” I say, looking at her as she looks out at the stars. “Beautiful.”

She smiles and looks over at me knowingly. “You’ve been staring at me all night.”

I feel my face flush and I look away. “Sorry,” I chuckle, “I guess it’s kind of creepy, huh?”

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “I have been watching you, too.”

That takes me by surprise a little. I mean, I caught her looking back at me a couple of times but…

“I’m better at it than you,” she says with a smirk and I laugh.

“You know, everything doesn’t have to be a competition.”

She rolls her eyes and even that sends warm sparks up my spine. “I have been watching you since that first meeting. When you were trying so hard to pay attention to the meeting and failing miserably.”

Now I feel a little embarrassed. “I was that obvious.”

“I’m literally shocked your partner didn’t notice,” she says with a little giggle. “You were practically drooling. I was about to ask someone if you need help or something.”

We’re both laughing now and I put my hand on my forehead. “Okay, okay,” I say. “I guess I was just…caught off guard, that’s all. I mean, I haven’t seen you in so long and….”

I stop myself. Did I want to get this deep into things? It wasn’t all that long ago that I was angry at her for leaving, and now…now I was somewhere else in my feelings. Now I just wanted to tell her what it was really like being without her.

“Jack,” she whispers in my silence. I look over at her and she’s looking down at her hands. Her profile was like a carved statue in this light. Complete perfection. No blemishes or cracks. She was a work of art.

She swallowed, her mouth opening delicately as if she were choosing her next words. “Do you ever think of me?”

“Yes, always,” I answer honestly and without hesitation. “Do you ever think of me?”

“I do. You know, once upon a time, we were friends, not just lovers. I wonder if that’s where we went wrong. Maybe we never should have crossed that line.”

Then why did we?I want to ask her, but I don’t think I want to know the answer. Instead, I just reply, “Can’t really unring that bell, can we?”

She shakes her head slowly. We fall into silence again and I think that maybe, just maybe, this is how it’s supposed to be. Maybe we were never meant to be lovers at all. Maybe that’s where it all fell apart. Doomed from the beginning.

She looks over at me and her eyes are dark in this light. Her lips are pouty and moist and all I want right now is to kiss her one more time. Us two, doomed in our attraction. It seemed only fitting.

“Jack,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “Kiss me.”

It was all the invitation I needed. I reach for her delicate chin, running my thumb along her jawline. Her breath hitches and I inhale, taking in the familiar floral scent of her perfume – Lillies. The smell haunted me for years after she left, making me turn my head to find her every time I’d smell it on the street or in a store. Now I was diving into it as I pulled her lips to mine.

It’s like she never left my arms. I feel myself molding into her as if she never left me. We’ve always been together this way. Her tongue finds mine and intertwines itself with mine. I’m tasting her sweet lips and she’s gently nipping mine. It’s the same passion, the same fire between us…

Her hand presses to my chest and moves up and around my neck, her fingers twisting themselves up into my hair. My hand moves from her knee to her thigh. She’s moving toward me, letting my hand find the hem of her skirt and slip just beyond it. A small whimper rushes from her lips and the soft sound of her moans spur me on.

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