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~ SAVOURING THE MOMENT ~
I wonder sometimes if I even know what I am doing. But waking up in his arms was pure bliss. Waking to have him gently move the tendrils off my face, and to feel the warmth of his breath on my forehead… I felt loved. I felt cared for. I felt like a woman.
He rose from bed, kissed my nose and walked out of the room to return with a steaming mug of coffee – brewed to perfection.
I took in a heady breath of the beverage and laid it on the coffee table. By then, he had settled back under the covers next to me.
“That is for later, when you decide to get out of bed.”
“You remember I like cold coffee… how sweet.”
“I remember a lot of things about you. I also remember you saying you were dying to see the play. And when I showed up with her, you changed your mind.”
I turned away, not sure what emotion to display. I was a whirlwind of shy, hurt and confused how someone so different and so new to my world could make me lose my ground.
He climbed on top of me and somehow my legs and arms parted to make way for him. He looked deep into my eyes and rubbed the sides of my face. It was as if he was memorising every area of my face.
Even while lying on the bed, I could feel my knees get weak and flutters in my stomach.
Oh my God… I am in love.
Softly I replied… “I didn’t want you to see my cry. I thought it was going to be our first date, and then you brought her. I was crushed. And it irritated me even more when you kept calling me while the show was going on.”
“Baby, I didn’t go for the show. I left immediately when you walked out. I chased after you. And when I couldn’t find you, I came to your apartment waiting downstairs for you to come home. Instead, you came downstairs to get a drink. What are the odds of that?”
My heart melts each time I see that cheeky grin in his eye.
I went to great lengths to get the tickets. I was hoping that last night was to be out first date, and maybe for me to tell him how I really felt for him. He misunderstood the plan for the night and brought a date. In shock, I made an excuse, gave them my tickets and walked out. I rushed home for fear my tears will start streaming down.
Not long later he kept calling and calling and I ignored his calls. He was not going to hear me cry.
I found him waiting at my apartment lobby, tired, frustrated and clearly going insane. His immaculately combed hair was all over cos he was busy running his hands through it. His tie undone and shirt tucked out.
I took him by his hand and silently we took the lift up to my apartment. I didn’t have time to close the door; he reached out to hug me. I sanked into his arms and in his arms I was till this morning.
“So what if I didn’t come down?”
“I would have waited all night!”
We both laughed however, something in his eyes told me he seriously would have.
He slide down a bit and kissed my chest and looked up at me.
“I know, no sex. Don’t worry.”
He let out a yawn and laid his head on my chest and not long, soft snores fill the room.
I ran my fingers through his hair and suddenly my heart ached in pain. Sam reminded me so much of Brad. And for a brief moment, I actually wished it was Brad lying on me.
Their similarities are so remarkable and I worry if my feelings for Sam is because I miss Brad so much. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.
I just didn’t want to think. I will cross the bridge when it comes. Till then, I want to enjoy every single moment of this.
I closed my eyes to push the thoughts out of my head, and I drifted off to sleep…
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Here's my rewrite:
I wonder sometimes if I even know what I am doing. But waking up in his arms was pure bliss. Would have been. Unfortunately, when your nose is about a couple of inches away from the armpit, you really DO wonder what you are doing.
Waking to have him gently move the tendrils off my face, and to feel the warmth of his breath on my forehead… I felt loved. I felt cared for. I felt like a woman, especially when it smelled of yesterday's beer and fried pork.
He rose from bed, kissed my nose and walked out of the room to return with a steaming mug of coffee – brewed to perfection. I was busy scrubbing my nose with dettol rub at that time.
I took in a heady breath of the beverage and laid it on the coffee table. By then, he had settled back under the covers next to me. He was struggling with it for quite a while, until he realised that it was a cover for pillow. Poor sap!
“That is for later, when you decide to get out of bed," he said grinning expectantly.
“You remember I like cold coffee… how sweet. But I suggest you thaw it, dear.”
“I remember a lot of things about you. Like that mole in your right thigh for example. I also remember you saying you were dying to see the play. Yeah. But you are still alive”
I turned away, not sure what emotion to display. I was a whirlwind of shy, hurt and confused how someone so different and so new to my world could make me lose my ground. It was about 3sq feet and I used to grow grapes there before finding out that you can't do that in this climate.
He climbed on top of me and somehow my legs and arms parted to make way for him. After paying for the toll, he looked deep into my eyes and rubbed the sides of my face. It was as if he was memorising every area of my face. Infact, his lips was moving, reading to himself the parts of my face.
Even while lying on the bed, I could feel my knees get weak and flutters in my stomach. Shouldn't have clam yesterday.
Oh my God… I am in love. With clam?
Alright, more rewrite. I am restarting from the leg parting part. Too delicious to miss:
He climbed on top of me and somehow my legs and arms parted to make way for him. I'll be damned if his name wasn't Moses.
He looked deep into my eyes and rubbed the sides of my face. I asked him to do it without the sandpaper. It was as if he was memorising every area of my face.
Softly I replied… “I didn’t want you to see my cry. Like I don't want you to see me weewee. I thought it was going to be our first date, and then you brought her. We had to share the dates. I was crushed, or was it the ice. And it irritated me even more when you kept calling me while the show was going on. Especially when my ringtone is not appreciated by others.”
“Baby, I didn’t go for the show. I left immediately when you walked out. I chased after you. I ran into the loanshark and he chased after me. Later, a cop got to know and he chased us.
"I came to your apartment waiting downstairs for you to come home. Unfortunately, only the cows did. You came downstairs to get a drink. What are the odds of you milking the cow?”
My heart melts each time I see that cheeky grin in his eye. I tried to do a cheeky grin with my eye, but always ended up poking it. Lucky bugger.
I went to great lengths to get the tickets. It was about thirty meters, so the counter girl was kind enough to cut it short. I was hoping that last night was to be out first date, and maybe for me to tell him how I really felt for him. Also, I was dying to eat the caramel corn. Damn. He misunderstood the plan for the night and brought his date instead. In shock, I made an excuse, gave them my tickets and walked out. I rushed home for fear my tears will start streaming down. But it didn't, since the counter girl came saying that I forgot to pay for the tickets.
Not long later he kept calling and calling and I ignored his calls. I told smoke signals do not work these days.
I found him waiting at my apartment lobby, tired, frustrated and clearly going insane. He was trying to bury my goldfish inside the carpet.
To be continued...
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