The moonlight outside was exceptionally bright tonight, spilling like liquid mercury through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the floor with its pure glow. We stood embraced within that light, as if set apart by its holy radiance, in a secret space that belonged only to us. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against mine, his nose brushing my nose gently. Our breaths mingled, hot and intimate. Without the watching eyes of the theater, without the looming threat of enemies, this closeness felt utterly pure and natural. His warm lips found mine again. This time, it wasn"t the playful, teasing kisses of the theater box, but a deep, soul-searching exploration, filled with cherish and raw yearning. The kiss was tender and lingering, holding a near-reverent quality. I closed
