The Fall

“Samuel, my dear. Samuel.” He heard her soft sweet voice and felt her fingertips run down his cheek and across his chest. “Wake up, my love.” The comfort they shared beneath the white cotton sheets begged him back to sleep, but the path of her fingers held his attention fully, and without opening his eyes, he followed them intently. The unexpected meeting of her lips to his forced the world to take shape. She pulled back, and he saw her there, kneeling on the bed, looking down on him, with golden lines across her ivory skin from the wooden blinds facing east. Shifting his gaze slightly, he could see the reflection of her backside in the large oval mirror of the dark oak vanity littered with all the trivial things a woman of her beauty had no need of but possessed anyway. “Hello.” He rose and kissed her, and she returned the favor. The room was already warm in the early morning so the two were content to sit without the sheets, holding each other in the fresh air that snuck in through the cracked window and between the white roses on the table beneath it. “How did you sleep, my dear?” she asked, never loosing her eyes from his. “Horribly,” he replied. “My dreams were filled with loneliness. I prayed for sunrise so I may see you, and my prayers have been answered.” “Do you mean it?” She blushed, but never broke gaze, even though her chin tilted slightly down and to the left. “Absolutely.” “I love you.” Her long brown hair snuck across her forehead as she turned back to him and they kissed, but not before he brushed the hair back with his right hand away from her hazel eyes and cupped the back of her neck with his left. Their lips parted, but he kept his gentle hold on her, and said “I love you, too.” The comfortable warmth of the room quickly rose in temperature as the two laid on the bed to continue kissing, and they soon found themselves exploring what the new morning, and each other, had to offer.