I wake up and adjust my gaze to unfamiliar surroundings. It takes me a while to realize where I am.
I’m here. With him.
I try to move and find that I’m pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His arms are encircled around me, his fingers clasped together, locking me in. A sudden chill courses through my body, and I realize my clothes are still damp from last night’s rain. His are too. From the light filtering through the shades I can tell that the brand new sun has just risen.
I sit up slowly. He opens his eyes but doesn’t let go.
“I have to leave.” I slip my arms above his and I kiss him. Here I go again, memorizing him with my touch. Mole below his left ear, dimple on his right cheek.
“We talked about this. I have to. We had last night.”
He shakes his head, “No, please. No.” His voice is calm, but wavering. He holds my face and traces my lips with his thumbs. We stay quiet for a while, and I get up to leave. He doesn’t stop me, but buries his head in his hands. This is the last image I have of him in my mind.
I have to get home.
Today is my Wedding Day.
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