C17 Contentment

‘I want you. Here...’ she breathed, and the confession halted whatever air had made it into his airways.

And still he could not move. Could not join her at the table’s edge.

‘Please,’ she said, and his heart hammered.

If he took her here, now, that would be her memory of them.

His gaze moved over her swollen lips. Proof of how strong their desire was. How strong it had always been.

And yet