Wildest Dreams [H.S. AU]

Old Wounds

I blink a couple of times, trying to decide if this is real or not.

It has been five years since I saw him last.

Five years since he left me and now here he was, standing in front of me like no time had passed at all.

He certainly didn't look any older.

His dark curls had grown much longer than I last remembered but they were styled away from him, his face still looking young.

His dimple was still evident adding to his youthful look, along with his wide hopeful eyes.

But he looked different as well.

He looked sharper for some reason, like everything about him was improved; more precise.

He looked gorgeous.

His green eyes narrowed at me as I stared at him, his fingers still grasping my chin.

He began to speak, but my mind could not grasp what he was saying.

It was like watching a movie on mute, but I had no way of turning the volume on.

All I could pick up was that whatever he was saying was important because his words were coming out fast, his lips moving quickly as he spoke.

He let go of my chin and dropped his hand to his side and slipped it in his pocket of the Gucci suit he was wearing.

I recognized this gesture because he would do it only rarely.

He was nervous.

The only time he ever put his hand in his pocket was when he was nervous.

For some reason this simple movement woke me up.

I realized the man that I had loved for so long was standing before me, doing everything he could just to see me once more.

I couldn't mentally grasp anything else, but the fact that he was finally here.

My mind wasn't working, but my body was.

Before I even knew what was happening I was closing the inches of space between us.

In one quick movement I leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

I didn't know what I expected from the kiss.

Maybe he would pull away and tell me the reason he was trying to find me was because he needed my help with something.

Maybe I expected to feel nothing because of the long period of time that had passed since we last dated.

Or maybe I expected this kiss to change everything, to guarantee that he and I would end up together.

But none of that happened.

Instead he immediately melted into the kiss and so did I, cupping his face softly as he put his hands on my waist, pulling me close to him.

The kiss reminded me of everything we had been through.

The tears, the love, the pain, the joy, the heartache; everything.

But in a way, it's exactly what I needed.

His lips formed to mine like we fit together perfectly, and I knew it was because we were made for each other.

There was no one else that I felt so strongly for, even after all these years.

I assumed that he had moved on and found a girl, maybe settled down but instead he came searching for me.