If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Lovey & Dovey

|| A short story ||

As she sings along to the radio, I calmly drive along the road, keeping my eyes facing forwards, not even to look over at her.

To see her sitting there in all her beauteous glory, to see her stunning eyes and hair flowing in the air that almost tears through the opened window, would be far too much of a distraction. Therefore my eyes stays glued, glued to the scenery in front of me, keeping the vehicle aligned with the right side of the road's path.

I feel the tingling of my stomach as her voice slides from note to note, the pounding in my chest caused by the overwhelming amount of feeling for her. The lack of concentration on driving begins to startle me. I pull over.

I unbuckle and finally look towards her as she continues singing, not worried whatsoever over my sudden stop. Instinctively I move my hands to each side of her face. She stops singing and smiles. The pounding and tingling become so much more apparent. Words escape my mind. She looks gorgeous. I could listen to her voice all day, but in this moment, I'm happy about the silence. Relishing each other's presence only by sitting there and staring.

Suddenly, a quick pull on my shirt brings me forward and our lips interlock, sending fireworks to explode in my stomach. There's nothing I needed more than this.

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Another chapter dedicated to Annabelle, the one I love so nearly and dearly.