I don’t need to be told whom it is. That scent, minty breath and touch tells it all.
I want to push him away but I feel safe in these arms. God knows how much I missed them and how badly I want him now.
He was mine before. It was not for long but we had moments worth reliving. He slipped from my grip, down to my finger tips and fell right into someone else’s arms. Now that someone is in the ballroom, pregnant for him and with a ring on her engagement finger.
She is going to marry him. She is going to give him a child and here I’m, in his arms, wishing this is all a dream because I don’t want to let him go. I want to be in these arms for a long time.
To feel his touch which I missed. That touch that keeps my heart racing, my blood boiling and my stomach a home of butterflies. That’s w
