Loving Out Loud

Run wild

-Hello gorgeous.- said deep, velvet voice. Chills went down my spine and legs. I turned to face him. A small gasp escaped my mouth when I saw him. White shirt with sleeves lifted over the elbows, black trousers and black shoes. He came closer, and put his hands on my waist. His smile perfect as always. I smiled and whispered "Hello to you, handsome", before he kissed me. It was a smooth kiss, but the one that makes you want more. Still no tongue, which, to be honest, disappointed me a bit. We broke the kiss, and he looked me deep in the eyes.

-You look wonderful.- he said stoking my cheek. I blushed:

-Thank you.-

He smiled:

-I wanted to take you for a stroll first, and after that we can go and try some good wine.-

-That sounds good, let's go!- I said enthusiastically. He smiled and took my hand in his. I'm still not sure how he could do that without fear of paparazzi. So, we walked, and talked. He was different from the other night. He still was classy, and unnaturally attractive, but he was more relaxed. So was I.
We've talked about Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Byron, Shelly, Beckett and my favorite writer of all time, Dostoyevsky. Naturally, he knew much more than me about all of them. He was amazing. I looked at him with admiration. His eyes have sparkled with excitement and enthusiasm while he was talking about such great people. I was watching him like he was something fragile, something that needs to be protected and saved for any cost. After some time, he stopped, looked me in the eyes and said:

-You know that you even look like Clara Schumann.-

I looked at him slightly embarrassed.

-Well, thank you for such a nice comparation, but she was very elegant and, more than that, pretty.- I said looking beside him. He smiled, and came closer. He stoked my cheek with one hand, and hugged me around the waist with another.

-That's the main difference between you and her. She was pretty in her elegance, and you are beautiful in yours.- he said softly. I looked him directly in the eyes:

-Don't know about that, but I know something more important that makes the two of us different.-

He raised an eyebrow:

-Really? What's that?- he asked intrigued. I smiled and stoked his cheek:

-She hasn't met you.-