Imperfect Truth(75)

“That’s not silly or irrational. You are, you know? You are my reason for breathing. Without you Ava…there is no need for oxygen, without you…that’s not a life I’d ever want to live.” He places his free hand in mine and gently strokes my hand. “God I missed you. Everything happened so fast. We got married so fast. We missed the part where we discussed our goals, our dreams. Then over time the distance between us settled in…This time I want us to dream together. I want a future with you. I want a family with you. I want to grow old with you.”

“Alexandre.” He gently swipes the tear that trails down my cheek. His fingers trace the outline of my lips. My eyes flutter closed. The warmth emanates off his skin as he descends upon me. He smells like home. “I want you to keep me this time,” I whisper against his lips.

“Now that I have you…I’m never letting you go.” His lips capture mine, and I feel the tender brush of his tongue along my bottom lip. My mouth parts allowing him in. A heady feeling blossoms in me…

I welcome his touch.

I crave it.

I need more.

I snake my arms around his neck, getting as close as I can to him as he deepens the kiss.

Slow.

Gentle.

This kiss…it’s everything. This kiss…it’s perfect.

He holds me tightly to his chest as he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. We stay entwined in each other’s arms until we hear the faint sound of a child’s giggle. Alexandre’s body shakes as he laughs, slowly pulling away, a warm grin spreads across his face. His eyes twinkly with delight, gently he cups my face. “I love you, Ava.”



“THAT WAS SO AMAZING, thank you for taking me there,” I say as we begin our walk back to the apartment. I reach my arm out and secure my arm in his.

“Maybe one day, your book will be there.” He smirks at me.

“Do you think I really should do it?” I question.

“Yes, totally. It will be amazing.”

“No, not really…it will just be me.”

“Exactly.” His words disarm me, his meaning clear.

As we finally reach home, Alexandre walks me up. As we enter the hallway the only sound is that of our own footsteps. We approach the door, and I pull out my key chain. The jingles ring out in my hand as the gold park key makes contact with the others.

“I had a wonderful time.”

He takes a step forward, and on instinct I step away, my back hitting the door.

“Until next week.” His voice is fluid like warm honey. He lifts his hand to gently caress my face, running his fingers across my cheek and down my chin until his thumb is teasing at my collarbone peeking out from my skin-colored camisole. Breathing hard, I close the distance. His mouth glides over mine. His tongue teases my lips to open. As I taste him, my mouth opens on its own accord, allowing him entry. He kisses me softly, moving in a slow, delicious motion before nipping at my bottom lip and pulling away.

The perfect ending to the perfect day.

Perfection can be the simplest things.





AS THE NEW WEEK begins, I find myself anxiously awaiting my Friday date. The week drags on with little to entertain myself.

Monday, I find myself rereading a classic and catching up on my reviews for the blog that have been put on the backburner since I started my recovery.

Tuesday brings the reorganization of my sock and underwear drawer. Finally, it’s Friday and the buzzer rings indicating he has arrived. I find myself running into his arms and melting into his embrace. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I hold him so tightly I can almost not make out where my body stops and his begins.

“Miss me?” He chuckles.

“More than you know.”

“Then my work here is done.”

“Oh is that so?” A challenge in my voice.

“Yup.”

I shrug my shoulders with indifference and pretend to walk away. He stifles back a laugh as he pulls me to him. My heartbeat quickens as his lips descend to mine. I press my lips together and pucker them tightly, but I fail miserably at pretending to be mad as I laugh so hard a snort escapes.

“Oh my God Ava.” He releases a deep belly laugh. “Did you just snort?”

I groan in protest although a light laugh accompanies my reply. “No, I didn’t snort, you are hearing things.”

“God, I love you.” Our eyes lock; I’m transfixed. All that reflects in his unwavering gaze is absolute adoration. I shift uncomfortably as I speak.

“My heart says I love you. My brain is just trying to catch up”

“I can wait.” The baritone of his voice leaves me hypnotized.

I’m not sure how much time passes as we stare at each other. It’s only broken as he speaks while glancing at his Patek Philippe watch. “We should get out of here.”