Possibilities

Two glasses of wine sat on a nightstand, not yet sipped. The purple dress was neatly draped over a chair. A black dress was kicked aside on the floor.

Hands were all over. Lips tasted every inch. Fingers traced slowly, breaking boundaries. Teeth itched in nibbling marks. Tongues poked in slow paces. Mouths crossed paths. Arms held on tight. Legs intertwined. Clothes were slowly lost.

The possibilities were becoming realities. Renolds inched closer and closer but she could never be as close as I needed her. I held on her as if she would surely slip away.

I couldn’t let her go. I couldn’t stop. But she didn’t seem to want me to.

I ran a finger down her back, her stomach lifted to meet mine. Her small hand took my hip. She didn’t drag me around like the Black Haired man, she gingerly turned me over eased herself on top of me.

She kissed my neck and pushed my hair back. For a long second, she looked at me. Her green eyes searched my own. She seemed to be looking for something, an answer, an okay. But she stopped and shook her head.

“Florence…” she said. Her lip fell between her teeth as she questioned the situation.

“It’s okay,” I said.

“It’s…” I didn’t let her finish. I lifted up to her and kissed her. Our lips tangled slowly. I ran a tongue over her bottom lip and felt her shiver beneath my fingers.

She pushed me away and looked at me, shaking her head again. “Florence…. No.”

“Why…”

“Because… I can’t. I think you should go.”

I watched her coil back and wrap the covers around her. In a blink, the soft skin I had been welcomed to was out of my reach, no longer for me.

“Renolds…”

“You should leave. I don’t think… if I see you again… I can’t. This was bound to happen… It’ll happen again. Go. Please.”

“I have nowhere to go...”

“You have an entire world. Just not here. Please.”

Dangling my legs over the bed, I finished off my glass of wine before going. The room blurred over, and then there was nothing.