Love and Confusion......

She saw him with the corner of her eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt, slowly, taking it one at a time. He knew she wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. She did always say "Teasing's the best part". The shadows formed by the light dangling from the ceiling were playing with him as much as she was. At half past twelve on this cold winter night her silhouette, in those shadows, were making him imagine things which he never did. She untied her hair and hid herself behind it. Thats how she did it, thats how she loved it. Her eyes invited him. Yes, she was beautiful and yes, her eyes spoke a million words. He switched off the lights, only to see the moonlight working up its magic on her.

The grin on her faced said it all, she was enjoying every bit of his frustration. There was silence in the room, she could feel him breathing, in anticipation, she thought. He had green eyes, the ones that would drive any woman mad. He knew it.

He drew her closer, gently but firmly, as his arm curled around her waist. His breath moistened her nose. Her breath condensed in his. Her smile grew bigger as he caressed her back He knew she was ready. He wet his lips, she bit hers. He played with her ear and made his way to her chin, pulling her hair from behind so that it hurt. He heard her pain. His lips rolled down her neck. They kissed as he pushed her to the wall.

"Its my turn now," he thought to himself as he threw her on the bed and made his way down to her navel and brushed it with his upper lip. The ticklish feeling would have made any woman giggle, but not her, not tonight. As she tried to, she was thinking, thinking about Adam. It started drizzling outside.

Adam, he caressed her soul, not just her body. He tickled her mind, not just her navel. But it was over. She knew she could never love him again, could she? Her mind and her naked body swung between Adam and him. Lying on his bed, as he made love to her, in this two bedroom apartment, in New York, it just didn’t seem right. It just never felt the same. Would she ever feel anything like what she did with Adam? When they made love, it was soulful. She had to throw him out of her mind and body, what was she doing? She didnt say a word throughout the night.

It was true, he had everything a woman wanted, a woman desired. She had to be with him, but did she really want to? This wasn't the how she pictured it. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it too. He tried harder to satisfy her, thinking it was one of her ways to tease him. If she cried right now, would it give it away? The drizzling gave way to a storm, it was pouring outside. But he loved her more than anything else. "No, NO; it doesn’t have to be this way" she thought to herself as she forced her body to like him, to like what he was doing to her. Her mind fighting the urge to cry, her body fighting the urge to crumple and coil. The thunder sliced the night sky.

"It was his fault, he deserved what he got.” I have to move on, have to let go……but like this?" She screamed, not loud enough for him to hear it. Didn’t he see the pain on her face? Was he busy satisfying her to even bother? He had a reputation to live up to you see. One that took him quite a number of women to achieve.

Was she just another one, whose name he would strike off after they were done or was she trying to get over her past by laying here with him? It was ironical indeed, they were making love.

The clock was ticking, trying to keep pace with them. Was there a future between them or was she just about to be thrown into the past? Could she possibly go back to him? Could she apologise to him for his mistake? Modesty was not one of her best virtues. The storm raged on through the night.....