How could it be that Amber had a feeling of contentment, & yet her mind was racing, a mile a minute. “What does he mean, NO…” (What could all of this mean, for them…?!?) She was with him now, & wanting to enjoy it, so… she’ll worry about it later. She shook it off. Right now, she was basking in the moment. Wishing, it wouldn’t have to end. Marc was braced behind her, his upper body enveloping her, like a cozy blanket. As she leaned back into him, they swayed ever so slightly, back & forth. Marc’s beard-studded chin, resting atop her head. Amber’s senses, were a-fire. She felt his slow calming breath, tickling her hair. His WARM strong arms, all around her. His heartbeat (a bit slower than hers, now) beating from behind her. Amber didn’t care, IF this could’ve been a dream; she could STAY HERE… forever! It was getting chillier, now. (The rain had stopped, though neither, had noticed.) Amber & Marc stood nestled together, (like a cocoon.) blowing gently in the wind.
I don’t want to… but, I suppose we need to be getting back, for now… Marc “whispered” faintly, trying not to jolt the mood. I suppose you’re right, Amber reluctantly agreed. (Where do we go/what happens now?) Amber wondered. I told the guys to go ahead to the hotel, without me. Do you wanna go grab a drink, & talk some more? I have some free time. Sure, as long as you’re not too tired. & wanna rest? Don’t worry, we’ve got time, for that… later. Amber, was on top of the world. Better yet, (feeling) in a state of shock. WAS this “really” happening?!?
After a casual walk back, they hopped in the shuttle van. (As, the place had cleared out, & everyone had left.) Marc Drove to a secluded spot. The moon, “lighting” their way; & parked under a street light, at the edge of another wooded area.
It’s SO peaceful here… Sometimes, I just need that feeling, like I HAD before all the “craziness,” Marc confessed. I bet! I TOTALLY, get the NEED, for that. You’re my happy place, Amber admitted.
Marc got up from the driver’s seat, & motioned for Amber to join him, near the window. She worked her way over, as he grabbed a bottle of wine 🍷 from the mini fridge. Nice little place you’ve got here, she mused. Marc’s eyes beamed, as he gave her a little smirk. Why… thank you, he bowed, as he poured.
“To, What lies in front of us.” He tipped his delicate glass, in her direction. (She reveled, in the possibilities) as they “clinked,” & took a few sips. You’re good for me, in a lot of ways… he stated, with a rather convincing grin. Is that so, she teased. I can’t HELP but smile, when you’re around. You “build me up” to heights, I wasn’t even sure, I’d had, he went on. That’s easy. Amber shined a smile, from her wet, glistening lips. (Amber felt his gaze upon her face, therefore, trying to add to the conversation.) You, MAKE me believe, anything is possible. Amber added. AND… (in case you hadn’t noticed) I’ve been waiting to kiss you, tonight… Marc, finished. Amber, was “STUNNED!” (What DO I say, to that) she pondered. Marc didn’t give her the time to respond, before, leaning in. (Amber’s first instinct, was to tilt her head.) There was a gentle peck. He took their wine 🍷 glasses, setting them on a table nearby. They both automatically, reached for each other’s arms. Amber was holding her breath, as Marc tilted back in. She (once again) felt his warm breath, nearing, at a quicker pace. “Instantaneously,” she felt a burst of HEAT, exploding within her soul. Those lips, the softness of his well groomed facial hair, his cheeks. She couldn’t STOP touching them. IN these moments, she felt like HE was HERS. That kiss could’ve been short, it could’ve been long, it didn’t really matter. She rejoiced in it, for what she “wished,” was forever. This moment, was all she had dreamed it would be. She wiped away all thoughts, that took her away from this very moment. She allowed herself to breathe. Melting into his arms. (Tender, doesn’t even begin to describe this man.) It was an exchange of give & take. Waiting until he could tell Amber was giving of herself, he eagerly offered more of himself (to follow). Amber (in turn) sensing this, did the same. A few rounds of this, each time, with a bit more intensity. They drew back from each other, with a sense of satisfaction. (And, a playful chuckle.)
“Where do we go, from here?” Amber asked.
“Inside innocent eyes,” Marc replied.