She was still and silent. I could feel her breathing next to me. The way her body rose and fell I could tell that she wasn't sleeping either. Was she thinking about how this trip wasn't going according to plan? Was she thinking of the last night we spent together in the small apartment? The way she clung to me as we made love passionately? Because I couldn't get it out of my head.
She writhed against me, tugging at my hair, pulling my hips to hers harder. I gave her what she wanted. I moved my hips in a way that I never imagined I could. She held me tighter. Her breathing rapid and broken. Biting her lips trying to keep her mind and not her body in control. I smiled down at her, enjoying the intense emotions written on her beautiful face. I meshed my mouth against hers as her lips threatened to release moans. My resolve to make love to her slowly was fading away as she begged me not to stop. I gripped the sheets on the bed tightly, trying to keep myself steady as I plunged deep inside of her making her tremble under my body.
"Harry," She breathed shallowly. I felt my entire being come undone at the sound of my name passing through her lips.
Enola sat up in the bed. Her hair falling down her back like a wave. I wanted to reach out and ask her what was wrong but she stood in a smooth motion before I could. She picked my shirt up from the floor then slipped it on. She had laid down in just her bra and panites. I loved that she felt comfortable enough that she didn't feel the need to be modest. Enola glided out of the room with poise. How could she move with so much grace? I stayed in the bed. I needed to pull myself together. How was I going to get us to be like we were? What could I do? What could I say? My mind drifted to the moment that we met.
I walked through the art gallery lazily. Nothing was catching my attention the way I had wished. Everything was seeming to blend. Yes, I saw bright colors and beautiful faces but nothing that stood out. Nothing that made me loose my train of thought. Then I saw her. She was standing alone near a photography exhibit. She looked pensive and taken with what was before her. My eyes worked their way over every inch of her face, bright blue eyes. Lips as soft as satin and pinker than bubble gum. Fair skin, too delicate for sunlight. She was gorgeous. A vision in jeans and a tshirt.
I looked over at the boys. They were all talking and looking at the paintings. I snuck away from them. I stood behind the blonde staring at the photographs on the wall. I made sure to stand far enough away to not be creepy but close enough so that she would sense my presence. I kept my eyes on the filtered photographs as she turned slightly. I lowered my eyes to hers slowly. THe light radiating from her beautiful smile even reached her eyes. My body nearly failed right there. I had never seen anything like her.
"Hello." She greeted me kindly. Her voice was soft and gentle, heavenly to my ears.
"Hello." I replied, letting my dimples show in my smile.
"You like them?" She asked pointing to the photos. I nodded. I genuinely did. I had never seen such vivid photos before. The background popped while the foreground was dull and out of focus. I quickly flagged down the owner of the art gallery. I spoke quietly with him about purchasing a few of the photographs. He agreed. "You know, they are a set? All of these are supposed to be one peice of art." The woman before me stated. I called the owner of the gallery back. I informed him that I wanted all of the photographs. HE happily complied then went off to start the paperwork. "You don't like all of them?" The woman asked.
I nodded, "I do."
"But one stands out more than the other?" She inquired looking a bit curious.
"It does." I answered keeping my eyes locked on hers. I wanted to know everything about her. I thought if I looked into her eyes long enough I know everything.
"May I ask which one?" She stepped closer to me, her eyes peering into mine without hesitation. I motioned to the photograph I liked the most. It was of a man in a field, standing completely alone, noone around but the flowers, trees and tall grass. He was out of focus and his color wasn't as bright as the surrounding fields. She took another step closer, I could see the highlights in her hair and the color of her eyeshadow, a pale gold. "Why that one? What do you feel when you look at it?" She asked, still no hesitation.
I shrugged, "I dunno."
She smiled then placed her hand on my temple, "Don't feel here." She moved her hand to my chest, over my now racing heart, "Feel here." I looked at the photograph again. I couldn't think straight. I could smell her vanilla perfume and the warmth of her skin through my shirt where her hand had been. "Peace." I stated quietly.
"Really?" She seemed almost dumfounded.
I sighed, "Sometimes the greatest peace you have is when you're alone with your thoughts. Even if they're bad. Things are quiet enough that you can actually hear them."
Her eyes held something that I didn't quite understand as she replied, "I've never seen that in this before." I gave her a half smile, not sure if it was a compliment or not. I turned my head quickly when I heard my name. The boys were calling me over to them. I held my hand up asking for a minute but when I turned to speak to her again she was gone.
I sat straight up in the bed. I was going to get her back in my arms. I was going to go downstairs and lay it all out on the table for her. I flung the blankets off my body and left the bedroom quickly. I followed the trail of lights to where she was. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her standing at the refigerator with the door hanging wide open.