Her heart fluttered in her chest like a caged animal trying to break free. Glancing down at her hands they reminded her of aspen leaves trembling in the slightest breeze. She forced herself to look back up at her reflection, eyes wide.
The lavender fabric draped over her taut, curvaceous body. Two thin ties held it closed just above her runaway heart. It draped open below those tiny ties, exposing her flat stomach and long, lean legs, to brush her knees. A tiny triangle scrap covered that point where her legs met her rounded hips.
She supposed the image staring back at her was attractive enough. But it wasn’t her judgment that everything hinged on right now. That decision lay just beyond the heavy oak door. The handle drew her attention away from the mirror. The brushed silver was cold, sterile. So different from what she’d imagined this moment would be.
And the fantasy would be a reality. All she had to do was twist that handle, cross that threshhold and take it.
So why did her perfectly pedicured feet refuse to move? Why did the nerves close her throat better than any fist ever could?
With just one look, just a few words, every dream she had would become a glass house in an earthquake, shattering into a million slivers, forever broken. Those slivers, she knew without a doubt, would dig at her, cut her to ribbons forever.
She had previous experience with that. She still had the scars as real as that cold marble floor she stood on with nothing but a cheap terrycloth hotel rug to protect her.
Taking a deep, tremulous breath, she held it. When the pressure was too much, she let it out, slow and even. Repeating it several more times, she felt calmer. One more peek in that unfeeling teller of truths showed her cinnamon hair coiled around her smooth shoulders and a face that was more relaxed than before. There were no more reasons to delay.
Reaching out in slow motion, she opened the door. Each step was a monumental effort in self control. She wanted nothing more than to flee and cover herself in the thick hotel robe that hung just behind the door. Raw determination surged. She would see this through, regardless of the outcome.
Her heart stopped when she met his grey blue eyes. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips hovering just above hers. He was asking for permission in his hesitant touch rather than demanding. Her heart surged at the desire, love and respect in his actions. It may have been forbidden for them to be together but in that moment she didn’t care.
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