As he walked angrily down the street, he kept replaying each and every conversation they had in his head until he starts noticing the hints of her married status in the things she did and said.
This only made him angrier; he wondered how he didn't see them before, just like how he didn't see the rings on her finger.
Just then the sky changed suddenly and the rain started to pour heavily. He stood under a roof of an empty stall and thought of ways he could forget her quickly.
The rain would not abate so he sat on a low wall holding the projected pole of the stall.
The next minute he found himself standing face to face with the lady. There was passion in her beautiful, dreamy eyes. He could not help the attraction he felt for her.
So, unthinking, he grabbed her by her waist and drew her closer to himself rather roughly.
She seemed to enjoy that as she smiled coyly at him. There lips gradually locked and he kisses her most passionately.
He scrambled up from where he was sitting suddenly and realized that he had drifted off to sleep and dreamt of her.
YOU ARE READING
A Second Meeting
Short StoryHe met her for the first time... Meeting her again was inevitable... But what will be revealed during the long anticipated meeting?
