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His words are beautiful, as though he just recited his own version of poetry to me.
I feel his sweet breath on my face. After what feels like an excruciating amount of time, he presses his lips to mine. His kiss is feather soft, a whisper just like his words. My lips tremble underneath his. He applies a little more pressure and the most tender kiss ensues, as though he thinks I’m fragile, like I might break if he pushes any harder. It’s the sweetest kiss, the kind that makes my entire body quiver, the kind that sends chills down my spine. The kind that leaves me yearning for more.
If I wasn’t falling in love with him already, I certainly am now. There’s no over-eagerness or aggressive moves on his part. There’s nothing worse than a man who is suddenly all over you, taking what he wants with no thought to how you’re feeling. That’s definitely not Slade’s style.
He's thinking of me with his kiss. He’s thinking about what I’m experiencing. Slade wants this to be good for me.
And it is.
He takes a step closer. Our bodies touch and meld together. He’s taller, but we fit together so perfectly, like we were made to match. His hands leave my face, and he buries his fingers in my hair as his kiss deepens. I wrap my arms around him and pull him even closer.
It was the cue he was waiting for, the response he desired. It changes everything.
Our mouths fuse together as Slade allows himself to let go and release his passion. The kiss becomes deeper, wilder, even a little fierce as we cling to each other as though we can’t get close enough no matter how hard we try.
I’ve never once in my life enjoyed feeling out of control until now. My hands can’t bring him close enough as they wander his back, desperately trying to pull him closer. Our kiss can’t get deep enough, our bodies can’t get close enough. We’re desperate for each other and it shows in our actions.
His hands leave my hair and wrap around my shoulders, my upturned head cradled in his arms. I feel as though I’ve been searching for home my entire life, and I’ve finally found it.
I’m where I’ve longed to be. I didn’t know it until this moment. I’m in no hurry to end our embrace and neither is he. We’re lost in each other, adrift on a cloud of happiness. I want to savor the thrill of new love, of new beginnings, of my long weeping night finally seeing the break of dawn. I’ve found my joy.
I don’t know how long the kiss lasts. I lose all track of time. I believe it took us both by surprise. We aren’t just kissing. Our souls are bonding.
I think I love him.
Just as our kiss takes another step toward intense, we hear someone at the door. The guests are arriving back to their room. We can hear the key jiggle in the lock. It’ll only take them a second to realize the door isn’t locked at all.
We pull away from each other, chests rising and falling as we stare with shock.
Slade whispers, “Marin.” Then the door opens.
I turn to pick up the window-cleaning supplies and Slade grabs the cart. We both put on an Oscar-winning performance as we act like nothing earth-shattering just happened between us.
“Excuse us,” Slade says. “We’ve just finished cleaning your room. Is there anything else we can do for you?”
The wife, an older lady, plops down on the bed with her sandy shoes. “We’re fine. We’d just like our privacy, please.”
I’d like to follow her around with a vacuum.
“Thanks, son. Good job.” He takes off his wet t-shirt and tosses it on the floor. His sandy shoes follow next as he kicks them across the room while sand flies everywhere.
We leave quickly, and when the door closes behind us, we look at each other, both feeling disgruntled by the careless couple. The feeling dissipates as fast as it came, replaced by the two of us smiling like schoolchildren.
“That was…” Slade starts.
“Incredible,” I finish, for want of a better word. I can’t think straight enough to produce something more profound.
“Yeah. My thoughts exactly.” His brows furrow as he slowly says, “Was that too much? Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay.”
A crooked grin covers his face, filled with relief. “All right, then. Let’s finish cleaning these rooms.”
Then we laugh. Nothing is particularly funny. We simply laugh because we’re happy.
I’m grateful for long passionate kisses.
I think they’re my new favorite thing. You know, right up there with when it’s raining on roses. Right up there with those wiry things on a kitten’s face that keep it from getting stuck in tight places.
