They slept together for three nights. They didn’t make love but love was everywhere in the room, unbeknownst to them.
They explored each other’s bodies and minds the first night, unravelling a little bit of the mystery that enveloped them. It was a heady feeling, freefalling in to someone like that. He traced tattoos on her skin with his slender fingers and she shuddered with emotions that she never even knew existed. His eyes were ocean blue and she had to come up for air lest she drowned in them. And in the dark with only their voices to light the room, they fell asleep to the unfamiliar and lovely feeling of having a warm person in their arms. Before he left that morning, he briefly and lovingly cupped her socked foot as she lay on the brim of a delightful half-asleep dream.
They were more playful the second night and they pushed the boundaries as far as they would go. It was fire and water, teasing and appeasing. Lips made to kiss, eyes made to adore and hands made to evoke sensations that lay dormant for decades. After a while, they quietened down and succumbed to sleep. She had always been a fitful and restless sleeper, worse if she had to share the bed with someone. But he didn’t feel like someone else in her bed, just an extension of herself. She fell asleep quickly, deeply and peacefully. But even in the depths of her sleep, she would feel him wake up and find his way to her in the middle of the night. It was heaven on earth.
On the third night, they decidedly ignored the sadness that permeated the air. He watched her pack her suitcases and waited for her to be done so they could sink in to each other. They fell in to a banter that felt too familiar for a romance that had blindsided them. Somewhere between her soft singing voice and his light dancing fingers, tender glances conveyed what could not be put in to words.
Three, two, one.
And as though a spell had been cast, love was born.