Happy or not

Chapter 3

Those New Year’s holidays were the most beautiful period of my life. Jasmine was happy to see the family after a long time. Her twin brother and sister could not hide the joy in their eyes to see their sister and the gifts they eagerly expected. Her mother greeted us with happy tears. She was a young middle-aged woman, a widow, who lost her husband after he could not have recovered from the fatal illness.  After losing her husband she started taking care of everyone and everything in the family.

The smell of New Year's cakes could be felt in the air. Although it was cold outside, the whole atmosphere in the house warmed my heart. “What a pity that Jasmine’s father died so young“- I thought at that moment and watched the wall clock, impatiently looking forward to going out and meeting Mike.

 Mike could not have guessed that I was there. Even though I knew he was going home for the weekend, I was still subconsciously afraid that something had changed his plan. “I knew how happy he will be when he sees me. And we will be able to spend the holidays together“ - I thought.

Jasmine and I were getting ready for hours to go out to the café where I first met him. I dressed myself several times while looking in the mirror until I finally chose the tight red dress that outlined my slender body. The red lipstick matched my dress and my shoulder-long blonde hair.

Аs we approached the café, I noticed his car. I was so excited that I could feel my heart beating extraordinary fast in my chest. Then, everything was like the first moment. My sudden appearance made this moment even more special. Mike could not hide his surprise when he saw me. He picked me up and kissed me gently and long. “You are so beautiful“ – he said while he was turning me around like a child. We stayed so close to each other for a long time. Then he kissed me again and again. I closed my eyes for a moment savoring his touch on my lips, wanting more, wanting to be taken by him and drowned in our loving romance forever. Both of us were looking forward to that moment. Soon we got out of the crowded café and drove into his flat. My heart quickened, beating so hard I could feel it. I longed to feel all that force of life rushing down my whole body. I did not want to stop him. It was a powerful physical pleasure that gave me a glimpse of infinity. 

Neither of us spoke. There was no need. What need had they for words. We were saying  it all with our bodies  and our soul in that magical place.  

“You smell like a flower-garden” he whispered, he put his arm around my waist and together we walked out of his flat at midnight.