Page 63 of Lily, Unwritten

those lips to touch

every single cell of my being

So that you are the only one

to have ever known me this way

You have become

my past

my present

my future

No other hand will graze this skin

No other kiss will land upon me

Enraptured by your touch

Unwrite me, over and over.”

He gulped, his eyes never left my own. “I didn’t even know you wrote words like that,” I said quietly. My heart threatened to leap out of my chest at any moment. “Unbelievably beautiful.”

“I didn’t until… well, you know.”

I saw sadness pass over his face, and I just wanted to kiss every little piece of it away. I hated he’d ever felt the heartbreak of us and I wanted to remove every trace of it. Simply spend forever loving him, making sure he felt it to the bottom of his heart for every single second of our lives together.

“I don’t think we ever need to worry about that again.”

“You have to stop switching off and hiding away on your own, though. You have to talk to me, involve me in your decisions.”

“I know,” I agreed. “I don’t always handle things well, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t have to ever apologise for being you.” He kissed me softly. It was almost as though we didn’t physically touch, our souls just reached out for each other in delicate, smoky wisps.

“Remember when we said it just wasn’t the right time for us?” he asked.

I nodded, adoring the warmth of his breath on my face as he spoke.

“Now is the right time, isn’t it?” His eyes were wide.

I took both of his hands in mine and rubbed my lips against his as I spoke. “This is absolutely the right time. This is forever. I’d say I love you again, but we both know it’s more than that. I don’t ever want you to leave.”

Then, all that poetry, the shoes, the words, were pushed to the floor. Luke lifted me onto the table, his mouth desperate against mine. His hands gripped me tight as if petrified I would slip away from him.

This was rough, hard, frantic… but I needed it as much as he did. There’d been so much pain between us and we needed to express it somehow; expel it. Luke drove into me deeper and harder each time. The lip of the table cut into the backs of my thighs, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop. He bit at my shoulder as my nails sank into his flesh. The room felt as though it was on fire as our breaths came faster and faster and then he was pushing me deeper down. My back ached with the unnatural bend as he pressed me into the hard table; his whole body stiff against mine as he buried himself deep inside of me, his breath gasping, shaking, and hot.

His face sank against my shoulder as he pulled me down to the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he began to say.

“Shhh,” I pressed kisses against his hot skin and wrapped my arms around him. “It doesn’t matter. We found each other.”

“But I didn’t use a condom…” his breath shuddered, and a shiver ran through his body.

“It’s one time, don’t worry. I’m going to get straight back on the pill because I want you every single day from now on. Is that acceptable?” I tried to look serious as he lifted his face to mine, then our lips met with the softest of kisses. I could taste his stray tears which had fallen in the emotion of the moment. “What’s meant to be, will be. You taught me that.”

Luke pulled me against him; we were a tangled-up mess of tears and laughter, kissing and love, hope and trust. It had taken a lifetime to get here, but here we were.