I watched him saunter across the room, the knowing grin on his face as he acknowledged another lovelorn woman. He was the object of their affection, a well to do young man that made all the ladies swoon. He had lovely blue eyes, rich blonde hair and a dark complexion caused by the hours he spent in the sun. His hair was tussled by the windy conditions outside, and I gazed lovingly at my husband as he came toward my table.
He looked at me with a fire in his eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks. I knew he had been through a lot the last few weeks; his illness had caused a kind of maternal feeling in me. I had never felt that before towards any living creature. However this fire was different than the usual sexual energy contained in his looks at me. It was deeper and more passionate, as though our love had somehow evolved into a richer feeling. I knew I had loved him, but it wasn’t until I saw the new fire that I realized I’d love him forever and that he was my soulmate.
Sitting down for our luncheon, he reached across the table and squeezed my hand, while gazing into my eyes. He had that certain look, a look that contained love, lust and a hunger that needed satiated. I was of the same mind and conveyed my feelings to him. We told the waiter that we had decided not to take our luncheon, and retired to our rooms. The windows were open, to let in the fresh breeze, blowing in from the sea. The sheer curtains fluttered with the breaths of air.
