Chasing Daylight

Felix, June 22, 2014

“A flower cannot blossom without sunshine; a man cannot live without love.”  –– Max Muller

  “SEE?” I’m pleased when the rain starts coming down on us, Skai’s hair already soaked and she looks so beautiful. I always knew she was the most breathtaking human I’ve encountered but here, her hair dripping, the light black make-up washing down, revealing her true image to me is startling.

  I pull her into me because I can't resist and she comes willingly, staring at my lips. We're sharing the same thoughts and that fills me with relief. She wants this as much as I want her.

  But she's so tiny, she only reaches my chest and I tower over her and I glance around, spot the low wooden bench that’s to the right of us. I grab her by her waist, making her squeal and I set her on top of it so now she's the one who’s taller than me.

  “What are you doing?” She settles her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into the wet fabric of my shirt.

  “Letting you take the lead,” I say, hoping she will.

  Being with Skai sets me free. I just wish I would have realized this sooner.

  Becoming bolder, her index finger traces the curve of my upper lip, then my full lower lip, her finger lingering in the corners, absorbing the tiny droplets of water that dot my skin.

  God, she’s killing me.

  “Are you going to kiss me or what?” I ask her. “You’re killing me here.” I say.

  “What if I want to?” she’s being flirtatious and it’s working, I hate to admit. It’s proved by the grin that slowly spreads across my face as she stares down, into my eyes. I slide my hand up her back, cupping her nape, my fingers gripping her damp hair.

  And I settle my mouth on hers. Softly, reverently and I feel her shiver beneath me.

  But then she startles me. She throws her arms around my neck and jumps into my arms, sending us both back onto the soft, wet grass and I’m laughing hysterically. I’m lying on my back, Skai’s body on top of mine with her arms securely tide around me. She’s frozen against me, eyes wide open.

  “I’m sorry.” she whispers frantically.

  “It’s okay.” I manage to say through laughs. “There’s no blame here. You’re a woman; ruled by your hormones.” I snicker and she weakly joins me.

  We’re already soaked so we don’t bother getting up from the wet grass either. She slides her body down so she’s on her back, pressed right up against me with her arms still wound around me.

  “Are you okay?” she asks me and I turn my head to kiss her again. Kissing Skai makes me feel worth something. Just her touch is enough. She makes me want to spill my guts out. I want to tell Skai everything but I can't. I'm scared she'll hate me. Judge me.