April’s body trembled when she got inside. She dropped the cat food all over the floor, then picked up all the pieces one by one, cursing herself. She paced around the living room, then the kitchen. Her body buzzed with unused energy, potential that had failed to be realised, desire that had been building up too long. The constant battle between yes and no and head and heart was waging its own war within, and she didn’t know if she could win it.
She should feel better, having made her decision and openly declared what she was unwilling to do, to settle for. But she felt worse. If this was what doing the right thing for herself and her mother was like, then what would risking it all and being proved right feel like? Surely it would be worse. Which meant, she had to stick to her guns. Temporary pain for long-term gain.
She checked her phone and was about to call Zoe when she found herself on Zac’s blog again.
She reread the poem about April’s Glow …
Temptation offers its hand in a wave,
Connection, emotion, intensity I crave.
Oh, she craved it too. A relationship was a no-no, but she couldn’t deny the fire between them.
Live in the moment.
What if the world ended tonight?
If the world ended she wouldn’t be here at home pacing the house and worrying about things that hadn’t happened yet.
She would get out there and live.
‘You can’t live in regret and fear. You can only live right here, right now, take your next best step.’
She recalled Zac’s words.
The house seemed devoid of oxygen. She flung open the front door and sucked in a breath, washing her lungs with the salty night air. In the distance, a couple walked arm in arm towards the town. They were living. Doing something. Together.
She was here. Doing nothing. Alone.
She placed her hand on her waist, at the side, where Zac had placed his when he’d slow danced with her. She tried to recall its firmness and warmth. And the touch of his hands on hers before, on the fence. She could garner a glimpse, a hint, of the sensation, but no more. She strained to remember, to feel, but the sensations were fleeting and just beyond her reach. She needed to feel it again, him again. Even if once.
Hell, she needed more than that.
Maybe living in the moment was exactly what was needed. She needn’t worry about getting deeply involved, she’d made it clear to Zac where she stood on that. But now, right now, she didn’t know how she could go on without expressing this part of herself that was burning inside.
She looked over to his house with its calm facade.
Each step she took towards it lit a trail of flames, desire building momentum and propelling her towards him.
She reached the door and knocked hard and fast.
It opened.
He stood there, shock and surprise on his face.
‘I want you too,’ she said. ‘Right now, I want you too.’
She flung her arms around him and pressed her lips against his in one sudden, urgent, all-consuming kiss. His arms flew around her back, hands moved up into her hair, delving and embracing, pulling her as close as humanly possible.
But it still wasn’t close enough.
She kicked the door shut behind her with her good leg, then they moved further inside, lips teasing and tangling, hands everywhere. She pulled up his t-shirt at the back. The heat of his skin, and the curves and firmness of his muscles delighted her hands as they moved up his back. Oh God, this would be the end of her. She couldn’t get enough.
She yanked his t-shirt up and moved back a tad to let his arms up as she pulled it over his head, his inked upper body a piece of art right in front of her, urging her to appreciate and explore its beauty. She ran her hands along his chest, looked deep into his eyes; raw, needy, exposed. Mirroring her emotions in this moment.
‘You sure?’ he whispered.
‘I’m sure,’ she breathed her reply.
He led her down the hallway and into his room, and as she stood near the entrance, he walked to the corner and turned on a small salt lamp, giving the room a fiery orange glow and an otherworldly ambience. He turned around, the lamp’s colour accentuating his tanned, sculpted body. As they slowly moved towards each other across the room, she lifted her slim-fitting black top up and over her head, surprising herself as well as him.
Zac smiled, a delicious, appreciative smile. He brought his hands up to her bare arms, sliding upwards and curving them over her shoulders like he was lathering her with warm oil, then trailed one hand delicately across her chest.
Her skin tingled, every nerve on high alert and hyper-reactive to his touch. When his lips touched her neck, she leaned her head back as the tender warmth softened her, made her crave more. His kisses trailed across her collarbone, to the centre of her chest, to the other collarbone, and up to the other side of her neck. Warm hands travelled from her waist to her back, his fingers lifting and teasing the straps of her bra. He pulled her closer, and as their breaths collided in front of each other in a whirlwind of need, she looked into the endless sea of his eyes. Right here, right now, this was where she was meant to be. As though everything before had been only practice, preparation, leading her to this moment. Nothing else mattered but their primal, inexplicable connection. Their need to be with each other completely.
Holding onto her back, he moved backwards with her until they reached the bed. She touched his chest, moved her hands up and over his shoulders, then leaned close and kissed the tattoo of an eagle that sat between his right shoulder and pec. As though following a sensory treasure hunt, she moved to the side of him, her fingers tracing one tattoo to the next, until she was facing his back. She ran her hand down his spine, following the five symbols inked on his skin. ‘What are these?’ she whispered, as she leaned in close to his ear.
He turned his head slightly, his hand coming up and over his shoulder to caress her cheek. ‘The five elements: earth, air, fire, water, and spirit.’
‘They’re beautiful,’ she said. ‘You’re beautiful.’ She fanned her hands out across his lower back, over the skin poetry she’d seen that night at dinner, then moved to his other side and around to face his front. She sat on the bed, her fingers hooking onto the top of his jeans, as he tousled her hair with exquisite tenderness like he was a sculptor and she was his art.
‘There’s another tattoo,’ he said. ‘Right here.’ He led her hand to his right hip, and slid it just under his jeans. She gazed at the muscled V shape that went from his hips to below his jeans, then she unbuttoned and unzipped them. He stepped out of his jeans and she slowly lowered his underwear to just below his hipbone, revealing four words inscribed at a forty-five degree angle:
For your eyes only …
April smiled, leaned forward and pressed four kisses to his skin, one on each word, her fourth kiss lingering. Zac released a delicious, slow, deep sound, like a cross between a moan and a sigh. She glanced up, connecting with his downward gaze, his smile mirroring hers. He bent down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, and his hands lowered to the top of her skirt.
She tensed. ‘My leg,’ she whispered. ‘I need to …’ She wriggled out of her skirt, then rolled down the cover of her prosthesis. She pressed the button to release the prosthetic limb and pulled it off, placing it on the floor, then removed her sock and the silicone liner from her stump. ‘All done,’ she said, looking up at him.
‘You’re beautiful too,’ he said. ‘All of you.’ He stroked her left thigh and gently squeezed the flesh at the top of her knee. She quivered at his touch, at the sensation of someone touching that part of her that had felt only pain.
Despite the dim light, her eyes were drawn to his left thigh also, where three deep, fragmented scars were embedded into his skin. She caressed the bumpy and fragile textures with her fingers.
‘Shrapnel scars,’ he said. His hand came down to meet hers at his thigh and she entwined her fingers with his, their eyes and hearts connecting, bonded by their wounds.
Zac leaned down and grasped her face, delivering a soft and luscious kiss to her mouth, and she allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed as his body moved over hers. He helped her manoeuvre to the centre of the bed then lowered his body completely on top of her. The weight of him against her was like a whole body kiss. She revelled under his firm reassurance, as their lips shared in the ecstasy of what their souls had been longing to express for so long.
She was transported to another realm, as his lips journeyed down her neck, her chest, and the curves of her cleavage. The subtle release of her bra clasp made her breath quicken, even more so when he delicately caressed and kissed the soft skin of her breast. ‘Zac,’ she sighed.
There was no self-consciousness in the unfamiliarity of his touch, only pure comfort at being with him in this way, like they’d known each other deeply many times. Yet, at the same time, the moment held an overpowering sense of newness that urged to be explored and discovered.
Zac rolled to the side and opened his bedside drawer. He prepared himself, and as his hands went to her waist, and his fingers lifted underneath the hem of her lace knickers and slid them down, heat filled her centre and she ached for him.
He moved on top of her. She grabbed his hips, hungry for his skin. She breathed out a moan as his body united perfectly with hers, in confirmation of what had already been united deep within.
With ease she matched his rhythm, moving together as one. It felt poetic, like their bodies had their own language … their skin the paper, their warm breaths the words, their rhythm the rhyme, as they formed beautiful prose together.
Time disappeared, the world disappeared, it was only them. Never had she felt so all-consumed, so adored, so exhilarated.
As their connection heightened, he held his hand to her left cheek and his gaze delved deep into hers. Raw, honest beauty looked back at her. Into her. Then his eyes rolled back and a raw, primal sound emerged as the intensity of his release overtook all her senses, each merging together into one glorious mesh of bliss.
They relaxed together into a warm, liquid-like embrace. His skin, her skin, unified. His hands tangled in her hair as he breathed exhausted kisses into the side of her neck, and she cradled his head with her hand, the other rubbing his back slowly and sinuously up and down as though she were trailing her hand back and forth in still water.
They lay together for a long time, until Zac propped his head against his hand as he rested his elbow on the bed beside her. ‘How are you, beautiful?’
April smiled softly. ‘I’m revelling in sweaty bliss.’
‘Sweaty, huh?’ he asked. ‘You know what you need, right?’ He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.
‘A shower and some deodorant?’ She giggled.
‘I’ve got a better idea,’ he said, climbing over her and off the bed.
She lay with one arm resting above her head on the pillow, her eyes not leaving Zac’s body as he walked naked from the room.
Moments later the sound of thick, running water filled the blissful silence, followed by Zac’s footsteps as he walked in and out of the hallway, doing whatever he was doing. She smelled a faint hint of rose, and the familiar scent of candle wax melting. She sighed in anticipation, knowing exactly what he was up to.
After a while he returned, and her breath held tight for a moment when he walked into the room. She wasn’t used to seeing him that way, but she sure could get used to it. He grinned as he approached the bed, and slid his arms underneath her, lifting her up. She giggled and held on tight.
He carried her into the bathroom, lit only by an array of small candles, steam rising sensually from the bathtub filled with bubbles.
‘I haven’t had a bath in years,’ she said. Mostly because showering was quicker and easier. ‘I think I’ve forgotten how.’
‘Good thing I’m here to guide you,’ he said, leaning her closer to the tub and letting her right foot touch the water. ‘How’s the temperature?’
‘Perfect.’
He sat on the edge and carefully slid her into the bath, bubbles sticking to her skin as the warm water enveloped her. The feeling of weightlessness took her by surprise, especially around the stump of her leg as it floated upwards in the water.
Zac stepped in behind her and lowered himself in, one leg either side of her body. She exhaled slowly as she leaned back onto his chest and his hands slid down her arms until they met hers, threading his fingers between hers. She curled her fingers around his hands.
The water lapped lazily around them, making subtle, intimate sounds, highlighting the closeness that tingled between them. The earthy vibration of his chest beneath her head lulled her into a deep state of relaxation as he spoke his poetry to her. His words, his voice, were music to her ears, and she wanted to lay in this watery world of his arms for eternity.
She rolled to her side and placed an arm beside his body to prop herself up slightly, the other reaching up to his face. As she traced the wet smoothness of his jawline, she surveyed the beautiful face of the man she’d tried so hard not to fall for. ‘Are you ready for round two?’ she asked seductively, then gently teased and nibbled his ear until he pulled her body closer and merged his lips with hers.