2 WORLDS

7

"We should talk, don't you think ?" I carefully ask. 

We are on a sight seeing point, sitting on the front of my car, breathing fresh air with our winter vests on. We haven't talked much since she got on the car. She looks tired: playing ninety minutes in a professional sport is never easy, but she is holding herself. I am quite surprised she actually followed me: she looked so rational all the time. 

She looks toward me, nodding her head. 

"Yes. You're right." she says, before looking at the view. "What do you have in mind ?" 

"You" I immediately say. "I have you in my mind, all the time, that's the problem, actually. I can't get you off." 

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't looks at me. 

"I can't get you off either, Jade." she announces, sighing in despair. 

She suddenly seems very sad, and I can't understand why quite yet. Instead of responding immediately, I just stare at the view, avoiding her eyes. 

After a few seconds, I carefully ask:

"Why does that sound like a bad thing ?" 

She has a sad smile on her face. Shaking her head, she avoids my gaze as well. As we are relying against the fence, our elbows supporting our upper bodies' weights, our hands touch each other slightly. This causes me to shiver, and somehow I know Abby does too. 

She sets her jaw. 

"Where will that lead us, Jade ?" she suddenly asks, her voice usually sweet turning into something cold and stumbling. 

I sigh. 

"Abby.."

"I mean" she interrupts me, throwing her arms in the air out of frustration. "What on Earth happened ? I had Matt, you had Jed. We were happy. And, then, we ran into each other ? Just like that ? And now here we are. I don't understand why..."

"I don't know" I admit. "And I'm sorry."

I see a silent tear rolling down her cheek. 

"You know, I've never been the kind of kid to do impulsive things" she starts, shaking her head slowly. "My father-in-law used to do impulsive things. It started with him leaving our house to go and watch some soccer games without any organisation. Then, he started having a few drinks, just because he could. Next thing I know, he impulsively killed my brother."

My heart breaks. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Impulsivity is a very, very bad thing. I learned the lesson: don't be impulsive, Abby, it only leads to the Devil. And yet, here I am, on a roof with a girl I barely know but kind of has a hold on me, in an impulse."

She marks a small break, while I just look at her.

Her eyes are staring into emptiness, and her body is slowly trembling. Little by little, I feel my knees getting weaker: I don't know where this is going. Maybe she is just going to end everything here - if there is something to end. But what if there's nothing to end ? And nothing to start ? What if there is no "we" ?

She interrupts my thoughts:

"In 25 years of being in that goddamn planet, I've never been disturbed by anyone: it's always been my rules, set by myself. And yet, you're here, and you throw me completely off of my game, and it honestly scares the hell out of me."

It's like the atmosphere has become tenser, and heavier. 

"You are special to me" 

That got out without me wanting it to get out.

Shit. Maybe it'll just make things work. Stupid me. My thoughts starting to stress me out, I just totally close my face, and Abby must've noticed by my body language, because she seems stressed all of a sudden. 

She shivers.

"You're right, we barely know each other" I continue, not willing to let an awkward pause reduce me to silence. I see her eyes looking into mine, and find the courage to continue and say: "But, honestly, I don't care. You're the very first person to make me feel so many... emotions. And you didn't even have to open your mouth."

Abby opens her mouth slightly, in shock. 

"You could have anyone..." she starts.

"I don't want anyone." 

"But-"

"Give me a chance" I beg. 

She looks surprised. 

"Jade, I..."

"Shut up please..." I softly say.

Without even meaning to, my hand slowly made its way to her chin, that I caress slowly, throwing her an intense look. She stops breathing for a second, and I suddenly start doing the same thing. 

I approach my lips from hers, and she doesn't move backwards - instead, she just slowly leans in as well. 

When our lips touch, I can feel her shoulders tense up a little bit, as her hands are pushing me away softly. When I break our connection, I just look through her eyes. She stops for a moment, before leaning in again. 

Next thing I know, we are in my hotel room, as I undress her slowly, sensually. The night is only made of satin and velvet, as her skin is softer than anything I have ever touched. The velvety skin of a young woman whom I am starting to dangerously fall for...

That night was the most magical night I've ever had, as we were making love with the smooth light of the moon weakly illuminating our naked bodies that blended into each other...