The Final Step



She looked at him with desire ablaze in her eyes. She could feel herself slowly sink into his turquoise blue eyes feeling weak in her knees as he walked towards her. The rains had just subsided and silence enveloped them as they took relaxed steps towards each other, anticipating the moment when he holds her in gentle embrace.
She was wearing a blue dress that day, unaware that it would rain. The dress accentuated her curves justifiably and she looked ravishing despite the distance between them. He knew that the closer he got, the tougher it would be for him to control his longing to touch her lips with his. Her hair was wet and beads of water were falling onto her shoulders, dampening her dress. She looked unerringly as he had envisaged her, with minimal make up and her fair skin having the touch of purity.
They had known each other for 6 years now, and, despite guarded infatuations, they never had the courage to pursue what they yearned. But, there was something about that day. Maybe it was the unexpected rain in that season, or, the settling sundown, he knew that if he had waited any longer, he would regret it eternally.
They were ten steps away and she could feel her heart skip a beat with every step towards him. He wore a white linen shirt with beige pants, folded up to avoid getting them wet. His first two buttons were unbuttoned and she could see his ripping chest line.
With a distance of two steps between both of them, he reached out for her waist and pulled her towards himself. He could hear her heavy breath while he stood there, facing her, staring into her eyes. Once again, she felt overpowered by his blue eyes, drowning bit by bit.
Everything seemed clearer that night. Starting from the dark sky to the feelings they had kept bottled up all this while.
With no moment exhausted, he leaned forward and touched his lips with hers and kissed her incessantly. She felt as though time had halted and that they had travelled to another cosmos where nothing but they existed. Nothing else mattered at that moment except their eager want for each other.
Parting lips, he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked bashful. He pressed her chin and leaned in to kiss her again, unable to withhold lure, knowing truly, that she was the one for him.
He took a step back and got down on one knee succumbing to convention, and spoke, ‘I’ve waited six years to muster the courage to ask you if you would do me the favor of spending the rest of your life with me. So, would you?’
She was left in tears by the gesture and nodded her head in agreement whilst reaching out to enfold him into a hug, and, whispered, ‘yes, yes, a thousand times, yes.’

- The girl in the beige shorts

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