For Ilse
Moritz watched Ilse go inside, admiring her form. He watched as she put the bags by the door and then he walked through the threshold. He tried to ignore the tremors he felt, and hoped that they could pick up where they left off. He shut the door firmly behind him.
Moritz was so nervous. He could feel his blood coursing through his body and throbbing ... in his cheeks and somewhere else. What to do? Should he make the first move? He vaguely registered Ilse talking to him.
"Uh, yes, here we are," he squeaked out. He tentatively went to her and took her in his arms, sort of like a hug. Try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to kiss her full lips.
Moritz was so nervous. He could feel his blood coursing through his body and throbbing ... in his cheeks and somewhere else. What to do? Should he make the first move? He vaguely registered Ilse talking to him.
"Uh, yes, here we are," he squeaked out. He tentatively went to her and took her in his arms, sort of like a hug. Try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to kiss her full lips.