He feels like he is rooted on the spot. He really does not want to move. He just wants to keep looking at her, to keep touching her, breathing her, living her...at every moment...always.
The thought of going back to that big White House without her is not an exciting thought at all. Frankly he is kind of dreading it, but duty calls, and he promised to do this for his people. Every fiber of him is missing her already though.
They will be back together in four days, and yet to him four days without his Jilly by his side seem like an eternity. She has to go pick up the dogs and the cat, and also finish some work-related stuff. He kind of wishes he could follow her this time as well, like every time. If you ask him, his whole world revolves around her to be honest. He is one of those guys, as he says. She is his true north, his sun, his moon, and all his stars.
He smiles to himself, to anyone would sound kind of stupid, but it is the truth, His truth.
She is waiting for him by the door. He goes to her, slides his hand down her shoulder, following her arm, till he grasps her fingers and envelopes her elegant hand in his. Like pulled by a magnetic force, they get so close to each other that their bodies are touching. He stares at her hand in his hand for a moment, while never stopping his fingers' motion of a caress.
-That house is so big, so cold without you. - he says while he kisses her on the forehead.
She puts her free hand on his cheek.
-I'll be back in three days. - she says feeling sad herself.
She caresses his cheek with her hand and plants a kiss on his neck.
- This for when you miss me. - she says while smiling that dazzling smile of hers.
He looks at her and he swears he goes a bit weak in the knees.
-I miss you already, - he says while he tightens his grip on her hand and kisses her. A brief kiss, but a passionate kiss. She grabs his face with both hands not wanting to separate, and they kiss some more.
When they part, he whispers in her ear: - LOVE of my life. LIFE of my love. - and he stays there a bit, breathing her in, smiling.
She has heard those words from him countless of times over the years, in private and in public, and still, she feels butterflies in her stomach every time he does say them. She secretly loves it so much. She wants to always listen to His voice, showering her with His love.
He kisses the side of her head, and reluctantly separates from her.
-I'll see you on Thursday morning, honey. - she says.
-I love you, baby. Bye. - he says while he picks his bag from the floor and turns to leave.
He's at the door when he hears her say: - I love you, Joe!
He swears he feels his heart beat faster.
He takes one last look at her with love in his eyes, a love he sees reflected back at hers, and he closes the door behind him with her eyes in his sight.
Her eyes.
His love.
