His eyes widened and for a while he just stared at me, those full lips slightly open, begging to be kissed.
A lone tear catches me by surprise as it slowly trails down my cheek, and Thomas sweetly wipes it away with his thumb, "Maggy...my love, I would never dream of hurting you, I love you, I've loved you since the first time I saw you, all I've ever wanted was you by my side. I love you Maggy, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you, just, d-don't leave me...please."
I looked at him, slightly shocked. How could one man be so kind, so sweet, so loving? Even after I hurt him. Thomas, please. Stop being such a wonderful person. I love you so much, so why does it hurt?
I covered my face with my hands and wept silently, Thomas wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close against his broad chest, I missed him so much. I missed his warm embraces, encouraging words, passionate kisses...
He tilted my face upward, thumb caressing my cheek as he wiped away a few stray tears, "Please, Magnolia, say you love me too..."
Thomas brought his face closer to mine, his thumb moving to trace my trembling lips, "Thomas, I-I-"
"Shh...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have imposed that on you, I want you to be happy. Very happy." He tilts his head, brushing his lips lightly against mine.
"I-I'm happy w-with you, Thomas..." My eyes threatened to shed new tears as he stared at me so lovingly, his smile complete and genuine.
"Mag..."
He pressed his lips against mine passionately, caressing the side of my face as he held me close. His tongue gently probbed at my bottom lip and I parted them willingly, oh Thomas, I missed you so much. His tongue rubbed against mine slowly, sensually, and I savored the familiar taste of him. He moved his lips against mine affectionately, his large hands moving down to hold my thin waste. Time seemed to stop, gravity wasn't grounding me to earth anymore, it was him, it was always him.
My knees felt weak, my legs like jelly, if it wasn't for his supporting hands on my hips, I probably would have collapsed to the floor. When he hesitantly pulled away, I was satisfied, but left with dissappointment and my eyes fluttered open, slightly hazy.
He whispered softly into my ear, his breath hot and shaky. "C-Come home with me? To France. I-I know it's not much but I finally bought a cozy little house, you know, the one by the Eiffel tower? The one we were talking about?"
---Paris, France: 6 months.
I lay down on Thomas's bed, a warm cardigan and sweat pants on, snuggling with him under a warm quilt as the harsh wind outside beat against his apartment window.
The T.V was on and he was surfing through channels when he suddenly asked, "What kind of house would you want to buy? You know, some people like old Victorian houses, others like small cozy cottages."
I giggled at the random question, "Hmm, well, I suppose anything would be fine, as long as I'm with the one I love, but I guess I have always thought a small house right beside the Eiffel tower would be nice." I looked up at him shyly.
Thomas glanced down at me and pulled me closer, kissing me quickly, "You're so cute, love. What do you think about...children?" I was surprised to see his face flush a deep red.
I'm sure my face looked similar as I stuttered quietly, "I-I'm not sure, I guess someday I'd like to be a mother...I don't know, I'm not sure I'd be the best...parent, I mean, what if I did something terrible, something wrong! A-And then they'd grow up to hate me!" I sat up quickly, fear written all over my face.
"Hey hey hey, that would never happen," He took my hands and turned my head to face him, "No one could ever hate you, and, if you ever have children, you will be the best mother and they will absolutely love everything about you, I know I do..."
He kissed the back of my hands tenderly and gazed at me with his bright, warm crystal orbs, "Someday, I hope to have children, and make my wife very happy." His eyes didn't leave mine.
---Present time
I smiled sweetly, "That's great Thomas, I'm happy for you..."
