"i had hoped you'd come to me last night, rose" continued

[mynoseisjappy]

She knew who he was. He knew she was engaged, so what did it matter? It churned her stomach perhaps simply because it was the first time he had actually seen the two of them together. She remembered long, sweet, tender nights on a blanket under the stars with him. How he used to caress her arm and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Oh how special she felt. And those kisses, they were still the sweetest kisses she could taste. But they were 2 years over and she was now to be married, to a man she desperately loved. So, why did she care if he saw them together? Perhaps the feeling of the undying love of the first kiss will always be there. She undressed that night and got into bed. She tossed and turned with the faces of both her loves repeated in her head. She looked at her watch on her bedside table, it read, '1:12 am' when someone rapped on her door. She quickly put on a robe and answered it. Expecting it to be her fiancee and still unable to see, she peered outside the door and said, "who is it?" in a sure, yet sexless voice. She suddenly felt sweet, warm kisses drown her curiosity and knew instantly who it was. Although it was not her fiancee, she still allowed him to kiss her with those kisses that still made her melt at the touch of his lips. He slid his hands inside her robe and pushed open the door, gently persuading her inside by kisses...
-The African-American Russian