xredvelvet
It was a brief, but absolutely amazing meeting. He had simply kissed her hand, and from that moment, falling in love had seemed like the necessary term for the dizzying feeling her head was going through. The look they exchanged made it simply obvious that the feeling was mutual. Laying in bed now, however, she regret not remembering his damn name.
Her skin was damp and oily, having visited the Dead Sea numerous times. Being very religious, she found her calm where her heart met with nature. She liked to kneel in the water and pray, downward facing dog. She exhaled and inhaled slowly.
Her apron clung to her womanly curves, the food in the oven almost burning because she was so lost in thought, her lip caught between her teeth to the point of almost puncturing skin. She sighed, sad that she'd never have a REAL man, only cooking dinner for one tonight, and every night.
He pushed the trunk closed, hardly being able to shut it with his duffle bags spilling out. This was the end, no turning back, not again. He looked up at her little Miami beach house one last time, hopping into the driver's seat of his Range Rover. Sometimes it lasts in love, and sometimes it doesn't.