His eyes fluttered open, the white sheets blinding him momentarily, then for a split second he glimpsed her bare back against the sheets, with her long wavy natural hair concealing her shoulders. Yellow skin, partially hidden by the jet blackness of her mane.
He half smiled as he remembered the previous night. Divine.
A 12 inch distance between them , needed so as to afford them some much needed sleep, a lack of it would most likely guarantee an all night lovemaking fest, leaving them sleep deprived by sun up.
Now the sun had risen and the urge to reach across the short distance for her could never be stronger, he knew she was awake, pondering what they both knew the morning would bring; the finality of what they had all been about, the reality she refused to live with.
She lay beside him, her back turned to his sleeping form, afraid that the first sight of him would take him away from her with a much greater speed.
Her eyes darted between the bathroom door and the bedside table.
Not wanting to head to the toilet, afraid that her abrupt movement would stir him awake, spelling the approaching finality of what she considered one of her twin joys. She would rather lie still, hoping that time would freeze, letting her enjoy these final moments over and over again. A part of her wished they could lie in bed forever, if that would prevent her from losing him. She managed a smile at the impossible thought. Her eyes continued moving around the room, until its gaze fell upon her pieces of jewellery placed on the bedside table. Standing out most obviously was the ring. A band of love, promise and a prequel to a union of eternity. A ring she had lovingly accepted, the proposal, done in the most fanciful way, yet it was not from the man who lay beside her, who she had spent the previous night with in a passionate embrace of love making and sexual explosions.
Her heart sank, the feeling of guilt unnaturally overriding every sense in her body for a brief moment as she thought of the betrayal she had perpetuated. All because she desired to spend moments with this man, yet for all her risks and sacrifice he was turning her back. Sending her packing out of his life for good, back to the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.
Anger came after guilt in her morning wheel of emotions, but as she made to marinate in it she felt his touch on the small of her back. His slim long fingers ran in circles at the very center. She could barely hear his voice as he greeted her. She only knew that he had spoken, she was a bit dizzy from the sensation of his first touch that morning; considering it would be one of the last.
Soon after, she turned to look at him, all of him, his naked lean body, uncovered waist up. She reached out to touch his face, running her fingers down, letting them stroke the depression between the broad ridges that were his chest.
He drew her closer to his body. The touch of flesh on flesh was electric. The micro-spasms that ran through their bodies were almost rhythmic as they stared into each other’s eyes. They both did their best to conceal the tragedy they would face once their feet touch the floor.
They exchanged the morning pleasantries in between long kisses and joked about the night before while their hands played with each other beneath the sheets.
The lovemaking had the languages of finality to it; intense and desperate.
The hotel’s checkout time of 12:00 noon was fast approaching, they would both leave in different directions with a promise never to keep in touch again. A promise they both knew would be hard to stick to, but one which was necessary if their individual relationships were to have any hope of surviving.
This last soiree was his parting gift to her. One she had demanded. A gift he was reluctant to give and very suspicious of. He obliged amidst several reservations.
As he drove out of the hotel compound, she sat in her car watching him.
She would see the wedding ceremony through, but with him she was never going to end it, never, not on his terms.