They stood, forehead to forehead and toe to toe.
“I love you, Kyle,” she whispered.
She lifted her head and met his smoldering amber eyes.
“I love you too, Julie.” He claimed her lips with tender yet insistent passion.
Shivers of ecstasy engulfed her, starting at her head and ending with her toes. This was it! This was what she’d dreamed of but never imagined could happen. After all, she’d never considered herself the stereotypical desirable girl that men lusted after. And especially for a man like Kyle, with his wavy brown hair, chiseled body and sexy smile.
She pressed her warm body against his growing need.
“I could stay like this forever,” she said.
Kyle chuckled. “I don’t think I could. I’d die from need and want.” He ran his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, pulling her even closer.
He claimed her mouth again and she parted her lips, inviting his tongue inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck and entwined her fingers in his hair, letting the silky texture tease and tantalize.
“Okay! That’s a take. Great scene, Chris and Linda!”
Linda stepped back and cleared her throat. She avoided Chris’s gaze.
And then it hit. First in waves, then a crescendo of pure agonizing, exquisite pain. The kind of pain that only love can bring.
She reminded herself, it’s only pretend.
“Dammit,” she muttered.
This came in a dream. I experienced the exquisite pain that only love can bring. In the dream, it ended with a different scene, but with the same conclusion. I don’t have any idea who these characters are. I’ve never seen either of them and yet I was inside their heads. It makes me wonder sometimes if we travel to other dimensions when we sleep and dream…
All images courtesy of Pixabay.
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