CHAPTER 11:

"Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms.
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

...

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch.
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much.

It feels like home to me."

Chantal Kreviazuk (Feels like home)

Vee gave me a lift home after work, which meant we only arrived just before 11p.m. I insisted that she sleep over instead of driving back at that hour. She never liked driving from my house at night alone with all the fog anyway.

Vee spent the day at the beach so we were both exhausted from the long day. Vee took the couch downstairs and within five minutes the house fell silent as I got lost in sleep.

I was back in the staff room of Enzo's Bistro, swallowing my iron pills with my head lowered as I caught my breath while sitting on the linoleum floor. I heard footsteps over the noise of the restaurant. A warm hand gently touched my forearm. I looked up. Black curls covered his face. A familiar flutter moved through my stomach.

"What's wrong?" the familiar voice asked softly. Goosebumps rippled over my entire body.

"I don't want to play games anymore. I miss you so much!" I cried, getting up on to my knees to get closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed myself closer to him. I felt him reciprocate the feeling. Warm happiness flowed through my body. I had to kiss him. I had to see that smile that I'd grown to love.

I broke from the hug and held his face in my hands. I combed his hair away from his eyes. Blue eyes.

"Your eyes," I gasped.

He looked away.

"No. It's okay. It's okay," I said, just wanting his eyes on me.

In an instant, he looked back at me and tackled me with a deep kiss. I was on my way to falling backwards when his hand secured itself in the middle of my back, pulling me into him. His other hand pulled my thigh around his waist and my other thigh copied it. He stood up and my legs locked together behind him. Our lips never broke contact. This was the way I remembered us. I wanted it back.