Wind gently blew, stroking the white transparant curtain, sneaking up into the blanket, brushing our warm summer skins.
Fresh Lily in my mother’s vas turns its back at us, smiling to the clouds -- hiding from the embarrassment of seeing two people in love.
Laughing between kisses, our eyes lock. His eyes drop, but as soon as he finds me, he puts his lips on mine again.
The warmth intensifies. The beads of sweat fall like glittering Crystal of morning dew. His lips lift up into a smile. I refuse to let him go even for a second. Gazing at his brown eyes; feeling every inches of his body. He always looks so strong, arms in protecting gestures, posture like a soldier, but beneath all those, I know his heart is aching.
"Lila..."
His hands clutch at either sides of the pillow. His ribs expands and contracts within my embrace. Moving back and forth inside me, I feel the same warmth, the same passion. Breaths turned deep and rapidly as I give him signals that my body is exploding with desires. However, I know best... our bodies intertwine into one, but not our hearts.
My love
Yet...
I still love you... and nothing could ever change that.
Looking at my eyes, he catches my desperation as his hand cups the fragile bones of my chin.
Soft lips brush the damp skin on my forehead.
“Thank you, love.” Whispers rustles into my ears.
I don’t need those kind words. 'Thank you' means that he knows I’m trying to comfort him, but it goes for nothing.
Is it hard? Is it hard for him to just cry on my shoulder?
“I’m your wife.” I desperately says.
I know this is not the right moment -- and he doesn’t need to be reminded either, but I need to let him know ... “You need to trust me, love.”
I look at him in a way I have never seen him before.
His eyes are getting wet.
He's not crying.
In fact he hasn't cried since he received the call.
“I’m alright.” He smiles, stroking my cheek full of thoughts. His head lowers and slowly collapses on my chest.
I pull the blanket up to cover the susceptible skin on his back.
“ I love you.” I gently kiss him on his forehead.“It wasn't your fault."
He turns to silence. His body is trembling.
He’s crying.
***
Dave:
I watch Lila as she puts her lipstick on. It's always a wonder to see how a woman adorns her face with colors. Flicking through the magazine while I'm sitting on our bed, my eyes slightly glance at the watch wrapped around my wrist. It will be thirty minutes left to meet Miss Miracle, the new psychiatrist in the department.
“At what time you should meet Dr. Raine?” Lila turns to me.
"Dr. Raine.. ?" I close the magazine and put it aside. Yeah, it’s her name. Dr. Raine. Not Miss Miracle.
Every one in the department talks about her, and how they have always managed to find an excuse to visit her office in the hopes of getting to know her, well... to be honest to take a view of her sexy feet. Me? I just want to wrap this whole case, and end the visits soon. I don't want to talk this nonsense that I care about you, and we should discuss about your feelings.
Taking one or two days off is not going to help me. I need to work, I need to divert my mind.
I need to forget.
To be Continued
