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It's time for RomanticFridayWriters again! Today our prompt is I Should Have Kissed You. We have upped the word count to 600 for this Featured Writer challenge. Good luck to all who enter this weekend. Go to the RomanticFridayWriters website to learn more, or if you'd like to post your flash fiction or poetry. You have until Sunday AEST to enter via the linky.
I Should Have Kissed You
‘Tonight you’re mine. It’ll be like old times,’ Inya said as he drew Sally into his arms. He wrapped his arms beneath her and scooped her off her feet.
‘I should have kissed you like this six months ago. Maybe you wouldn’t have taken so long to come back.’
‘Why didn’t you?’
‘I was afraid.’
‘Afraid?’
‘Yes. I thought I might scare you off if I got too intense. I knew you were leaving.’
‘Keep on kissing me like this and I’ll never leave.’
'That's the plan.' Inya lay Sally onto the soft sand. ‘I’m sorry it’s a bit damp.’
Sally giggled. ‘I need cooling off.’
Sally giggled. ‘I need cooling off.’
‘Don’t want that.’
Sally stroked his back. ‘I’m not going to stop you. I could stay here with you all night.’
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She’d known it would happen. The promise was in his eyes as he fed her the magical picnic lunch. Every strawberry he’d placed on her lips was a delight. Every sip of the luscious champagne had gone straight to her head, until she was ready to make love with him right there under the palm tree in broad daylight.
But night had come. The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds. The palm trees whispered.
‘Inya, these last six months were torture.’
‘Torture!’ Sally felt his grimace. ‘I couldn’t believe you’d come back to me.’ He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders.
Only the lapping lagoon was witness to their loving.
Only the lapping lagoon was witness to their loving.
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Afterwards, they lay on their backs clutching hands, watching the stars glimmer in the black night.
‘So lovely to see the stars again,’ Sally murmured. ‘The skyscrapers got in the way in New York. I’d lean out of my apartment window, but it was no use. Wrong sky. Wrong constellations.’
‘One day I’m going to name a star for you, Sally. It’ll be the brightest new discovery. How would you like that?’
Now isn’t that amazing! applauded the voices in Sally’s head. ‘You’re my star, Inya. You’re the only constellation I want.’
Inya lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each finger. ‘So how are you going to manage your corporation from a Pacific Island?’ he asked, ‘And a pretty backward one at that?’
‘All sorted. Janine in my office as exec. She’ll do the day-to-day and I’ll be in contact all the time. You have the internet here, you know.’
‘It sounds simple, but somehow I know it’ll be a lot more complicated. I’m sure you’re going to have to go back to New York. A lot.’
‘Hmm. You’ll come with me then?’
‘I don’t know Sally. I’m just an islander. Left school at sixteen. What could I do in New York?’ He reached for her and flipped her over until she was lying on top of him. His arms were strong around her. She felt a powerful sense of comfort and security. Oh my, I’m home! One day soon she’d marry him, make him a wonderful wife and maybe down the track a mother. She could already see their gorgeous children running wild on the island, learning skills a city kid could only dream of.
She took his face into her hands. ‘Well, you could show the guys there a trick or two, like in the second Crocodile Dundee movie.’‘The what?’ He looked into her eyes. ‘Is this the beginning of the re-education program?’
Sally tensed. Why couldn’t this be easier?She dropped her head on his shoulder and kissed him as the hot tears flowed. Any moment now he'd grab his surfboard and be gone for the rest of the night.
©DeniseCovey2012
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WORD COUNT: 596
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