I know its Ali's turn to talk, but this time, I will. It had been six weeks since I gazed on her face. Weeks of sorting through my fathers' estate after his death. Weeks of isolation from Alisandrea. We'd spent hours on the phone every night talking, but it was the smell of her, the feel of her I missed. Hell, I craved everything about her.
I was back in the city. My loft smelled unused, the myriad of boxes of my fathers' belongings tucked away in a corner of the spare room. I was restless and walked out the lobby, down the street, till I found myself standing in front of an ugly orange building. Her building.
I walked up the extra steps since she had changed apartments. After 44 days I didn't know if I had the right to be here. After all, I left. Not that I had much of a choice on the reason why. I was contemplating if I should knock when the door jerked opened.
She was beautiful. Her thick crimson hair fell below her shoulders. She stood immobile, staring. She had jeans and a tshirt on but she could have been nude and I wouldn't have been more impressed by the sight of her.
"James," she whispered. I smiled at the sound of her voice. In a surprise move she flung herself at me, wrapping herself around me. I held her tight, my face buried in those beautiful locks. She smelled as I remembered and my groin responded quickly.
I pulled back and caressed her cheek with my thumb. She smiled softly at me and kissed me. She was warm, soft. There were tears in her eyes. They sparkled with joy, anger, and sorrow. I pulled her tight to me and inhaled the scent that was hers.
"He wanted me to marry a shrew before I could get his money. I told the lawyers to shove his demands and walked out." She softened under my hands and pulled back to watch me. "I packed the things that meant- anything- to me and came back as soon as I could," I whispered. She kissed me softly.
"I love you." She said simply.
I smiled. All those weeks of hate slipped from me as my hands stroked her back. "I love you."
