The Thrill

She felt him breathe softly on her skin. Each time he exhaled she felt it again. Light blue eyes before dark blue waves. She wondered how they could share names.

He’d never know because she’d never say his breath on her skin caused her to feel this way.

The thrill comes from not knowing how the story ends, watching it unfold, hoping you’ll want to hear it again. The thrill comes from not knowing how the story ends.

As strangers they sat silently while she dreamed that he felt the same way when she breathed. Light brown hair against dark brown trees. She wondered how they could share stories.

And at the same time but too shy to say, he felt her breath on his skin and he felt the same way.

©2010