Beautiful Thing Read Count : 132

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance
He realized he loved her when his every waking moment was consume by thoughts of her. When drove to work, as the customers droned on and on he could only think of her, when he got home and the pounding of his heart became a signal that he would soon see her once more, he thought of her. He found himself carving her name into trees, and when he was near her he felt a purpose for life thrill through him.

She was an outcast, a loner who had been taken from one town after another by parents who were wrapped up in the corporate world. She met him at the bookstore and he approached her, smiling and talking, she was immediately drawn to him. As much as she tried to drive him away he kept returning. She had been crushed before, but he would always return. After a week she thought he was just mad, after three she despaired because she knew the love that was being born in her heart for him would only be taken from her once again. He would be gone and she would be broken. Still he came and as the weeks flew by... she no longer cared.

He stood beneath her window in the pouring rain. His hair was as stuck to his skin as his clothes, but he waited for her without regard. She had to cover her mouth with her hand when she looked down and saw him. "Like a soaked cat," she said and tried to choked back her laughter. "He is so fucking crazy", she thought, but he always came, he was always there no matter what stood in his way. She loved him ridiculously. As she opened the window he moved with practiced grace up the side of house and spilled into the room with a gust of wind and rain. They were pulled together with a force neither of them were aware of and she captured his soaking body into her arms and drank wetness of him against her.

"My God you're shivering!" She whispered in a voice that went all the way into his soul.  She reluctantly pushed him away and moved to close the window. The silence was immediate; broken only by the sound of water dripping from his clothes onto the floor. His arms were still in the air as he stared watching her move around the room. Her nightgown was marked in clinging wetness in all the places he had been pressed against her. It inflamed his desire and charged his blood like nothing else in his existence could. He wasn't conscious of his movements until he realized she was in his arms again. Only this time they were each tearing at each others clothes in a frenzy to touch skin to skin.

Sometimes we are powerless over the forces that turn the wheels of life around us. The threat of leaving, the possibility of brokenness, all of it and none of it matters in the sharing of love in the present moment. When you feel it and share it anyway, because of your belief, because this moment becomes all there is, it transcends the uncertainty of the future, and removes the cares of the past. Love, heat, lust and all the passion burning within and between them melts it all away.

Love like this, it is a beautiful thing.

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  • I love this story right here

    Jul 26, 2018

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