I turned around and he was there. He had followed me. He said he needed to continue the conversation.
“Genevieve, I have always loved you. Ever since, I can remember, but I could not understand my feelings for you.” He said the words as he reached for my hand.
He grabbed my hand and placed it in his. He slowly walked closer to me, until I could feel the warmth of his body. He took his other hand and placed it around my waist. He continued to pull me closer.
I heard him whisper, “You have always been in my thoughts, you have always been part of my dreams. I have imagined what life would be with you.”
He now had his lips by my ear. His cheek touched mine. His breath was kindly touching my senses. My body was responding to his touch. I could feel my body quivering in silence. Blood was rushing through. My face felt warm. His every subtle move was igniting my soul and opening a yearning inside of me.
Arturo continued, softly speaking, “When Antonio went away, I found myself thinking of you. I realized that not seeing you all the time hurt inside. I wanted to come see you, but no longer had an excuse.”
His voice was crackling; his grasp was stronger. He was now pressing his leg against mine. Time stopped. The crowded street faded away in the moment. There were only the two of us standing together; holding each other, nothing else mattered.
Arturo’s voice sounded like a whisper in the wind, his words where floating in my head. I was transported into a world of love and ecstasy. At that moment, I did not care that we were not alone, yet surrounded by the everyday life.
Arturo had not stopped talking, “For the last 5 years, I have asked my parents about you. I have kept up with what you have been doing.” He continued explaining, “When mom suggested that we have your mom plan our wedding, I agreed, only because I knew I could see you again. I know it may sound awful, but I needed to see you before I went on with this marriage.”
He paused for a moment; put his hand behind my neck while positioning his fingers in a perfect grip. He wrapped his leg around mine, pushed his body against mine, and moved his lips towards mine. I felt him breathing, then I felt his lips touching mine gently, he could no longer wait. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me for the first time. His lips locked on. I felt butterflies in my stomach, I felt electricity going through my body, my mind soared into a feeling of ecstasy, and there were fireworks, stars shining, sun peaking, and a song in my head.
Arturo had managed to awaken every sensual desire inside of me. I felt a roller coaster of emotions run through every bit of my thoughts. I melted in his arms, I gave in to his kiss, I shared his warmth, I embraced his touch. I lost myself in him and tasted his passion. I had yearned for his kiss; I had yearned for his embrace. I was now feeling every bit of it, I was no longer dreaming.
He slowly pulled away, while still holding me close.
I heard his soft whisper, “Genevieve, I love you. I have loved you and always will.”
I heard myself whispering back, “I love you, Arturo. I always have and I always will.”
The moment I dreamt my whole life was in front of me. Every dream, every fantasy was now real. I loved him, and he loves me. What are we going to do now? How can we tell the world what just happened? At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter. I was so wrapped up in him that I forgot that this was wrong. I did not care for the complications, no, not at this moment. I will worry about that later. I will not think, no, not right now.
We let go of each other. He moved to my side. I could see him smiling. I could see his eyes. They looked radiant and almost brilliant. He was a very handsome man. I caught him looking at me, with a look filled with desire. The kiss had awaken his love, his passion, and his need for me.
“Genevieve, tonight, I am meeting Maritza, I am letting her know that the wedding is off.” He said assertively.
“I understand. Call me tomorrow. Let me know what happened.” I said to him. “I need to go to work, now, but I will wait for your call.”
“I will call you tomorrow. When is a good time?” he asked.
“Anytime, after ten in the morning will be fine.” I answered him and continued, “Have a good afternoon. I hope all goes well, tonight.”
“I will talk to you tomorrow.” He said as he started to walk away.
I watched him walk away, and headed back to the office. That afternoon, I had a deadline for an article. I had to concentrate. I grabbed all the papers and started working on the article. I had written two drafts already, but I felt it was missing something. I took a step back, re-read it and came up with the final touches. I proofread it one last time, and sent it to the editor. The article was about the fashion trends that new brides were most likely to pick for the new season and why they would pick them. I had written the article with disappointment in my heart. After the encounter with Arturo, a new passion awoke in me. I added words that invoked my inner most feelings. The emotions I poured into the article made it come to life, just as I had, earlier.
The editor loved it, and wrote me a note. “If the rest of your articles radiate this much passion, you will be taking my job in no time. This is your best article by far. Keep it up.”