She stood out on the balcony of the little hotel cradling a steaming cup of tea. Across the way stood a house, partially shrouded in the morning mist. She wondered who lived and loved there. What were they doing at this moment within those walls?
A sigh escaped from her lips. Was it happiness? Contentment? She was not sure.
His arms wrapped around her gently from behind and he kissed her neck. It made chills run up and down her spine. She smiled to herself as he whispered, “I love you…”
Turning, she looked up into his vacant eyes.
“I need to write, dear,” she said.
He nodded understandingly and stepped back, allowing her to pass.
She made her way to the laptop resting on the corner desk, setting down the tea carefully so as not to spill it, then began typing away at the keys. She was getting better at this. Still, she needed to work on his eyes and his movements were not as fluid as she would have liked….
The words tumbled out as she wrote the day. She dressed him in jeans and a Tshirt that hugged his muscular chest just so. Should she change his hair color? She glanced at the figure standing still outside. No. Not today. She left it black. They would go for a walk in the hills, in the fog, but she had to be specific, detailed. No writing him into a corner again this time. And then tonight. Tonight there would be epic love making.
Finally she closed the laptop. He turned around at the sound of the click, smiling pleasantly at her again as he stepped back into the room.
“I have an idea. Let’s go for a walk,” he said.
“Yes. Let’s do…”