” Don’t get any closer.. ” Isla giggled, teasingly pushing Euan further.
His lips (the ones that she haven’t tasted yet) was forming a smirk in response. Her insides flipped as she blushed.
“ No.. ” His deep voice was delicious. It was a mixture of flirting and nervousness. She looked down and agreed in silence.
They were at a comfortable point in their unhurried pace. It seemed, they both understood, that rushing won’t do any good. To pursue their whirlwind emotions might overpower or mislead them. The intoxicating mixture of excitement, newness and heady feelings might cause them to erupt into thousand consolations of pure sensual and emotional possibilities.
And this possibility can be love. It might be love. We never know.
Her constant thoughts of him, her need and want to be always near him might be love. But she feared her emotions might consume her too much that she might not function well. Or she might forget thinking about herself. Giving her whole heart to him earnestly might be putting all her happiness, all her existence to one person. And entrusting yourself that much to someone is beyond imaginable for Isla. The possibility of immense pain might be guaranteed knowing nothing will be left for herself.
So Isla smiled at Euan as their fingers almost touched. They were at their office building’s rooftop, greeting the dawn with hot coffee in hand. Their mutual want for each other was causing a delicious tingling sensation between them.
This is good. Isla cherished.
She is enough. Euan smiled.