The Reunion: A Little More Than Words

 

                       The evening air was cooling down when they finally met after what felt like a lifetime apart. After walking inside, she headed straight for the kitchen to steady her racing heart. She drank a glass of water, the coldness grounding her, before sinking into the sofa. She tried to distract herself by scrolling through reels, but her mind wasn't on the screen. Across the room, he switched on the TV, the familiar commentary of a cricket match filling the space.

                       She stood up, walked over to the bed where he was sitting, and settled in close beside him. Without a word, they folded into each other. The hug was tight, a desperate attempt to make up for lost time.

"I missed your scent," he whispered into her hair, his voice low.

"I missed everything," she replied, pulling back just enough to look at him. They shared a kiss that tasted like home—soft, lingering, and full of relief.

                  They began to talk, catching up on the small details of their days, but she wanted to truly see him. Intentionally, she shifted closer, locking her gaze onto his. She watched as a flash of beautiful nervousness crossed his face.

"Is the match that interesting?" she asked playfully, her eyes never leaving his.

                    He chuckled nervously, his eyes darting toward the TV for a split second before being pulled back to her. "I... I honestly couldn't tell you the score right now."

                    She reached out, her fingers grazing his jawline before she gently took hold of his chin. She guided his face so he had no choice but to look at her. "Then stop looking at the screen," she murmured. "Look at me."

                  He tried to continue his story about work, but as her thumb brushed his lower lip, his voice hitched. "And then... then Camillo said... he said..." His words got stuck in his throat. He went silent, completely captivated by the intensity in her eyes.

"You're nervous," she teased softly.

"You do this on purpose," he admitted, his voice a breathless rasp. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"Maybe I do," she smiled, leaning her forehead against his. "I just wanted to make sure you were really here. That this isn't a dream."

                    He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him so there wasn't an inch of space left between them. "I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

                   The cricket match continued to play in the background, a blur of motion and sound that neither of them noticed. The distance was a memory, the nerves had turned into a deep, pulsing peace, and for the first time in months, the world felt quiet. They stayed like that—talking, laughing, and simply being—wrapped in the perfect, happy ending of a long-awaited day.

 

 

YOURS

SIENNA💖🌙
 


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