He moved closer, maybe even unknowingly. Had I always had this much trouble breathing around him? No… This was new; this was new as of about two minutes ago when we walked into my room and started making no sense at all. I looked down at the ground, away from his eyes, lined in blue. Why blue eyeliner? It was bizarre.
"Moro." His words were soft in tone and volume, and yet it was as if he had screamed at me. I looked into those crazy eyes.
"Uh… yeah?"
He sighed and before I knew it, he was pushing me back on the bed where I sat. He said nothing, in fact I can't recall if I had remembered to breathe; all I could hear was the sound of my heart trying to tear its way out of my chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. It was nothing more than a peck, yet it lasted so long that my feelings had time to transition from panic mode to wanting more. I didn't dare move from where I lay, but I had been alone for so long I didn't know what he wanted me to do.
He pulled away and opened his eyes. My face must have told him all he needed to know, because he smiled sincerely and leaned in again, this time, with a deeper kiss. He arched his body into mine, which seemed to fit me perfectly. My mind started to go crazy; this went against everything I believed myself to be; independent, happiest when alone, a woman on her way to a two bedroom apartment (one room, that would be for her ever loving Border Collie mix and German Shepard).
I guess my heart felt another way, because it leapt when he caressed my face, sliding his fingers around my cheek, with his thumb trailing upwards under my eye, as if to wipe away a tear. He must have been psychic because I began to cry.
"I'm sorry…" I said to him, weak and feebly.
He smiled, closed his eyes and nodded once.
"I know." He kissed me again, a bit rougher; playful.
I'd put this man through such hell, broken him the way I, myself, was broken all those years ago. I'd assumed that without a key, the lock on my heart would never break, yet here he was, without a key; instead with a sledgehammer. He wasn't going to take no for an answer, no matter how many time I said it. If he didn't have a key, he would simply kick in that damn lock; because nothing in this world is unbreakable.
I leaned my head farther into his and returned his kiss.
His hands were everywhere in seconds, taking in everything that the sensors on his body could. I breathed into his skin, kissed his neck and pulled him in tighter. He did the same and kissed me behind the ear all the way down my neck. My eyes caught something.
Looking back at me from the ceiling; that damn atlas… in the form of a poster, a "reminder that his goal was to conquer the world." I closed my eyes slowly, letting go of all of my pent up anxiety and fear. I just wanted him.
It happened that night… I lost my heart under that atlas.