She Was Never Mine! - 2

He placed that wavy moist curl behind her ear gazing directly into her eyes. She stared back with the same intensity encouraging him to accomplish what he had on his mind. Her captive glance was vigorously intimate. Holding his feelings back was impossible as those fluttering eyelashes appeared to have a fall and rise. Tracing his fingerprints across her face he sealed his lips with hers. A magical feel claimed superiority on all his senses. His senses were too baffled to be retrieved so soon, all he was left with was bewilderment and blissfulness. She was there just to be absolutely his. He again gazed upon her eyes for confirmation. All he was conveyed was beyond any expectation. He again led his fingers to her lips realizing it was reality and no delusion. A faint smile arose on her lips like she heard exact words he has been thinking of. She snuggled in his arms which feared him that she might hear his raising heartbeats. Her fingers trailed across his forehead and she watched him falling asleep.
He woke up with a jolt looking for her around. She only had left her traces everywhere. The quilt she pulled over him, her hypnotizing delicate scent, lipstick stains on his favorite t-shirt, her anklet which he took off, her forgotten diary, candles she lit, crushed petals of rose, and a coffee mug along with letter addressed to him beside on his table. She left him in that enlightening ambiance where she had pulled off curtains and never looked back.


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