"I am in love with you."
I hadn't expected him to be blunt, neither was I prepared for it. He straightened, leaving my face, then held my hand and brought me to his body. His warmth engulfed me as I buried my face in his chest, his scent filling me up. My husband's scent.
"I..."
"Karla." He said, stopping me. "I just...I don't want to watch the sunsets alone anymore. I want to go on more birthday trips with you. I want to laugh about the silliest things." His hand moved to my hair and his fingers moved th rough it. "I don't know...I am not so good at this," He laughed, and I pulled him harder to me.
"You are good enough."
Time passed by with Luke like it was unreal, and every minute seemed to click a little faster. We ate, although Luke turned out to not be a big eater. I waited nervously as he took a shower, my fingers intertwined with each other, like someone waiting for her interview results.
But it was similar. It was a maddening experience, getting to fall in love with my husband again. And yes, scary too, but the ecstasy was worth the pain and I had decided to brave it.
I heard the door click open, and he slowly came out. He was using my spare towel, and he had it around his waist, while his hair lightly dripped and it fell on his face, covering his eyes.
It gave his beauty a tinge of mystery and he closed the door, then waited a little, like he needed my approval. He is beautiful. It beats me that I was ever even blind to it, but he is beautiful.
His body was not the perfect hot body you read about, but the beautiful tone of a person who looked after himself, and did it well enough. I swallowed as I looked back ul and our eyes met, his so intense, I felt a zap of electricity run through my spine.
I stood up, my heart going wild, then clasped my hands behind me. "I...uhmm...will get you a robe? I'll be right back."
I slowly walked away, feeling his eyes on me as I went. I had no idea where I was going to, but I needed to get away. He was a little too easy to fall for, a little too easy a prey for a predatory heart like mine.
I came back much later with a large robe and walked to him. He was still standing there, like a culprit.
He accepted the robe without a word, then slowly wrapped it around him, covering his body. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Uh..maybe I should get a smaller towel for your hair."
He looked up to his hair and nodded.
I walked away again and this time, brought back a small towel. This time, he didn't collect it, and simply went to the side of the bed and sat. I knew exactly what he meant, and it struck just how similar we actually were.
I walked to him and stood before him, then wrapped his hair up in the towel, brushing hard to take the water off. When I released the towel, his hair was all over his face and forehead, but most importantly, he was looking up at me through his lashes, his eyes dark.
I stood there, a half wet towel in my hand, and my eyes fixed on his. Before I could say a word or try to get away, his hands were on each side of my waist, and the right one went a little higher, before he moved his hands to my cheek.
He slowly got me to lean to his height, and slowly, his face buried in the crook of my neck, and I could feel the slight pressure of his lips aa he went. His lips got slower, each a beautiful pain. He went higher, and then suddenly stopped. A small smile played on his lips for a moment and he suddenly gripped my waist harder and turned me over, making me lay on the bed beside him.
He turned, so he was hovering above me, his hands caressing my neck, right up to my ear lobe.
"Karla?" his voice was low and it caught me off guard.
"Yes?" I raised my eyes to meet him but he wasn't looking.
"What are the chances, Karla, that you will see this through? That you will see me through?" he lowered his eyes to me and got a little closer, his fingers going to my hair to brush the strands away, then came back to continue his exploration of my neck.
"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing fully well. I had no answer for his question. I will go back one day, and all of this will fall into nothing. Like it was never there.
"What if you realize that I have nothing to offer? What if...it's all just a figment of my imagination?" I got a glimpse of the boy whose never really had anyone to love, and was struggling to find his way through the mounting feelings.
"What if I still stick around?" I asked, knowing I was going to break that promise. I can't stick around. I never will be able to.
He watched me with the most serious face ever and his hand came back to the side of my neck. My breath hitched a little but he held my gaze.
"You said you will stick around, Karla. Don't forget it." He said, his hand now on the side of my face. I closed my eyes to his touch and nodded. 
"I did."
He gave me a small smile and went lower, then in his slow, iconic way took my lips again, causing small ripples in my stomach. Like a seal of the promise between us. A promise that was meant to be broken. For a love that will never succeed.