It's about her 2
The day is here.
The day she's been waiting for for a month is finally here.
He told her he would meet her on Friday.
Each time they planned their rendezvous, some life problem intervened – a work emergency, a surprise family visit, business trip.
Their memory of the last meet was unshakeable. It was electric. Laughter spilt into breathless whispers, fingers brushing on body like exploring the living art, the stolen kisses, where eyes speak louder than words. A shared gasp before they pulled away.
She is thinking about everything while having her coffee in the morning. Will she get to feel the familiar warmth of his hand in hers, smell his skin, and lose herself in his arms?
Will today be the day, or will Friday wash away like a dream?
This question feels like there is no right way to assume the result, You have to wait and let the time revel.
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