I rolled over with a frustrated sigh and looked at the clock on my beside table. Through the pale moonlight that gently bathed the room in a silver light, I could see that it was only two o'clock in the morning. I had gone to bed only hours ago, only a short while after he's left and had been to fall asleep since.
I closed my eyes and immediately I could see his face before me – his eyes green and piercing, those eyes that hid everything except one thought, those eyes that could strike my soul and render me speechless; his strong jaw and brow, seeming to be chiseled out of stone; his mouth...Oh! I yearned to kiss it again, to feel the warmth of his lips once more on mine.
I opened my eyes at once and rolled onto my back. Don't think about him, I told myself. You know that it can never be. It simply is not right...
But it had been right, those mere hours ago. It had been perfect. He came to me smelling of rain. His hair and coat were damp and beaded with droplets of rain. He stood on my doorstep staring at me with those eyes filled with longing, beggin me not to turn him away. I stepped aside and let him in silently. Before I knew it, our senses were abandoned.
We succumbed to our desires, driven by years of tension, elusion and frustration. He, more than anyone else, actually understood those feelings though he was always on the opposite pole. But it didn't matter anymore. With eahc kiss, each searing kiss, those years had vaporized into nothing more than a vague memory. Each touch, each thrilling touch, buried the past deeper beneath us. With those years gone from our minds, we took each other to heights only imagined up until this night. Never did I dream of the wonderful feeling one could get from another person.
I touched the pillow beside my hear, reliving those moments of unbashed ecstacy. They were so painfully brief, but so amazing. His scent wafted to my nose from the linen. I felt restless for him, for him to return once more. There was a thrill in knowing how forbidden our affair was. God, if anyone knew, we would both be imprisoned or hanged! But the risk was well worth it to me. And I knew that it was to him as well.
My eyes went to the window. I could just barely see a few buildings and rooftops from where I lay. Somewhere, he was out walking the streets on patrol. I could almost hear his footsteps, crisp and precise, in the dark streets. I wanted to meet him out there, by the river or in alley, and smother him with my wanton lust. But I knew that he was doing his faithful duty to protect the citizens of Paris, as I once had my duty to the town of Montreuil-ser-Mer. I would not interfere.
It was then that I laughed outloud. I could not help it. A day ago, I was still hiding myself from him. I was still his con, the man he hunted for years. I was nothing but a number and a list of offenses to him. But I always was a step of him. And yet, in a night all of that had changed. My disguise didn't fool him, but then again, it didn't matter anymore. Convict, mayor, police inspector...
"My chase ended this very night," he sighed after as we held each other. "I knew that when I came here it was all over for me. I no longer have any reason to pursue you."
"And I no longer have a reason to run," I said softly.
I sighed, unbelievably happy. My arms ached to hold him once more. But tomorrow he would return. I promised I would wait for him, though I felt I could not. Inside, those feelings of longing and hunger stirred again. I wanted him desperately.
"Tomorrow," he whispered against my lips as he kissed me goodbye.
"Yes, tomorrow," I echoed with a smile, watching as he left.
And it was already tomorrow; not even a day separated us. I was content enough in knowing that.
