She sits waiting, wondering.

The room pulsates with the shadows from the flickering crimson candles.

The cutlery glints softly on the blood-red tablecloth, and the air is still.

He’s there, at the doorway. He walks toward her and she can actually feel her heart beat rise.

She smiles a welcome, breathless, not trusting herself to speak.

They shyly touch hands in hello, and the electric sparks of his touch swirl through her like Catherine wheels.

He pours the wine, they raise their glasses and their eyes twinkle love across the quivering light of the weeping candle.

Her heart will burst, she knows it. The waiter arrives, and is dismissed with a silent wave of hand.

Their eyes never leave each other, sustenance totally unnecessary in the fullness of their emotions. They sit, unspeaking, consuming each other’s love spiced with the heady sauce of anticipation.

They search each others’ mind, and silently confess their secrets and desires.

He pours more wine, and she understands that until now her life had been meaningless.

She was his, and his alone.

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