And as they stood there, listening to the swell of the ocean crash over the bay, the dynamic of the weather accelerating their own desires, the moon high in the early October sky, she wondered; is this how it's supposed to feel?
They listened to the hush of the night settle into the darkness. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster. She wondered if it was wrong to have the emotions run though her mind, the thought of what could be consumed her. She couldn't deny the envy of the pictures racing through her brain. Then the doubt began to settle in. Was she out here on this limb alone?
The sky, like a flickering candle, slowly brightened as the minutes passed. The warm wind whistling through their scene as if it were slightly imposing on their space. She felt his hand touch her face ever so gently as he pushed the hair from her eyes. As they stood there cautiously but purposely entangled, the moment drew closer.
With every word he seemed to lean closer and closer as if he was daring her lips to brush his, she could feel him breathe and was overwhelmed by his warmth and scent. The pheromones racing like electric bolts between her, she anticipated. Though the thought still remained, was this a manifest of her own desire...she then felt scared but comforted at the same time.
All it took was one look for him to see inside her soul, into the depths that she had never felt anyone reach before. The part of your soul that leaves you so vulnerable you could burst into tears. She shyed away from the moment in fear that her intent was too transparent. And then she realized and wondered if that was it, and if she had let the perfect moment pass her by....
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