By Your Side

I had written this a couple of years back. Found it while going through some old e-mails. 


I got into his car. He glanced at me to see if I was properly perched in the front seat. I greeted him with a measured smile, careful not to ruin my gloss by over-stretching. There was a faint sign of amusement on his face before he took to the steering wheel.

We were meeting after months, but it felt like everyday business. He asked me where I wanted to go, while I stared at his lips. It was wonderful to see them moving and superpose them with the voice I've been hearing over the phone for the past few months. Oh, so he must have been looking like that when he said ‘I love you’ last night. Amazing.

“Where do you want to go?” He intercepted my gaze.

“Wherever you want to take me!”  I smiled as I answered.

It’s always been hard to decide. I don’t want to be around people when I’m with him. I want him for myself; I want to be the only thing he looks at.

We settled on a café. We sat as away from everyone as possible. I was particularly hungry so I ordered cake with ice cream. He ordered a measly sandwich. He never eats much, likes to watch me hogging.

I devoured him with my eyes as he talked about something I clearly wasn't listening to. The way he ran his hand through his hair, the way he rolled up his sleeves, the way he (sort of) blushed when I was staring too hard, the way he moved his hands….I didn't want to miss a single thing he did. I thought about how I would be kissing him passionately in a small while; I had waited so much for that.

We talked about anything and everything. When you've been talking to a person everyday for more than four years, it doesn't really matter what you’re talking about or if you’re talking at all. He footed the bill and we went back to his car. I simply loved this part wherein we drove around in the deserted streets and kissed. It had become a ritual for every time we met.

We found a quiet lane and stopped the car. Our lips met. I closed my eyes, feeling the moistness between our mouths as four months’ worth of longing culminated into something as brisk as the night air that surrounded us. There was nothing to be heard except our subdued sighs as we clambered closer to kill the breathing space between us. I looked at my reflection in the glass window behind him. Everything was in place.