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I put my hands on his chest. “It might be too soon, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like how it sounds.”
We walk into the elevator, enraptured by each other; and I press the button with my floor number on it.
The elevator door closes promptly after.
“If you keep saying things like that, I’ll fuck you into tomorrow night.” His voice is a whisper, and it sends a shiver up my spine.
“I think I’d like that.” I peck him on the lips just as the elevator dings, signaling we’ve made it to my floor. The doors open and I wiggle out of Xavier’s grasp.
Running out into the hallway until I reach the door, he isn’t running, he’s walking fast with his eyes full of hunger.
A craving for me.
I grab the key to my room quickly, passing it over the sensor, and the light turns green. My hand grabs the handle.
The door opens and I laugh once he begins to sprint before it closes.
My legs take me into the entry room of the small space and that’s when I see it.
A huge bouquet of sunflowers, almost as tall as me.
I let out a gasp at how beautiful they are.
I hear Xavier stop the door from slamming shut, but I don’t intently pay attention.
Because all I see are the sunflowers.
Walking up, I find the card that always lies next to them. It’s the same as the others, folded and ivory white. When I open it, there are no Luis Miguel lyrics or apologies.
To Blondie,
100 sunflowers for the 100 reasons why I love you.
A tear falls down my cheek as I look at the hundred sunflowers that sit in my hotel room. My favorite flower means so much more than just growing out of the ground.
They represent how Xavier and I have flourished into people we don’t even recognize. We used to be two broken people who found each other. Having been separated by insecurities, but we’ve chosen ourselves for once and that’s what makes our connection stronger.
A surge of joy moves through my veins, overwhelming me with an indescribable happiness. The weight of the past, the longing, and the unspoken desires finally find solace in those three simple words that I read on the card.
He had already said them to me before. Mouthing them in my direction as I basked in the moment I won Wimbledon.
He made the best day of my life into an even better moment.
It’s all so romantic and I hope eventually it will turn into something nostalgic.
My heart, once bound in uncertainty, now dances to the rhythm of hope because we can finally be together.
We’re both intertwined with this euphoria, but a pang of guilt grips me still.
Although I’ve wanted his love for the longest time, the cost we paid was high.
Amidst the turmoil of it all, I also feel a flicker of apprehension.
The wounds of his previous relationship are still fresh and raw. They raise questions of doubt and uncertainty.
Can we truly move forward without the haunting reality of our actions lingering between us?
Will the whispers of remorse and regret dim the brightness of this profound and once-in-a-lifetime connection?
