The Romantic

A silent night in the spring shattered the facade that fantasies were merely an illusion. Hadriel shoved aside the lie to be free to embrace passion, not only as it was, but as he wished it to be. The mere idea inspired his earliest desires, and one night heaven came to earth, and left him with a memory that haunted his dreams.

Hadriel walked into his apartment when Celeste had called. After they exchanged pleasantries and had talked about the mundane events of daily life, she inquired about his plans for the evening. A few hours later, they sat on opposite ends of his couch watching George Strait’s, Pure Country; a heartwarming movie about a country singer who felt he had strayed too far from his roots and returned home.

When the movie concluded, they remained sprawled out on opposite ends of the couch and watched television. Their feet touched, and a nervous excitement pounded within their hearts.

He sat up, and said, “Your feet are cold. Perhaps you need a foot massage!”

She declined, but he insisted, touting his skillful methods. Eventually she conceded. A short time later, he offered to massage her shoulders.

She smiled, “Only if you massage my back, too.”

With her back to him, she pulled up her shirt, and lay on her stomach on the blanket he laid out across the floor. Whether it was he who attempted to seduce her, or she who attempted to seduce him, destiny, never said, but they lived in the moment and they lived for the moment. His hands glided along her smooth dark skin, his heart raced, and his body reacted.