She tugged at his coat, as they walked side by side, its almost like she looked up to him for protection. The way little girls in frocks do when they're walking with daddies. He noticed it, yet pretended not to. They barely spoke, they had spoken all they had do. Now it was time, to just feel..
When they had to cross the street, his icy cold fingers would incontrovertibly slip into her warm ones. The amalgamation was just too much to resist.
As they silently made way to the lounge, she found it hard not to look into his eyes again and again, his integrity radiating through. She suddenly became alert, if the others at the bar saw them together. Them, now in person, together. She tugged at him even more tightly. He feigned a smile.
He ordered, she nodded. He knew, everything, about her wants, her needs. They sat very close together. She could feel his breath on her hair.
"You give me the wings to fly
You are the clear blue sky
I'm floating so free, so high
Falling with grace, for you, am I
You give me the wings to fly ooo yeah"
He led her to the dance floor, and they moved, in a perfect synchronized motion. He held her close, so close, she could hear his heartbeat.He kissed her hair, and she tugged at him, tighter than ever. Their bodies so close, you couldn't make out they were two people. They seemed one, in every which way, except...
"What do we do now?", she asked.
"Lets go home", he whispered, and led her away.
Four Days Work Week
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