Te Amo?

Chapter 21

It was the day before Cesca's first day at work. The start of the new term had quickly arrived and instead of a lie in Cesca had decided she would spend the day shopping, there was nothing she liked better. Wandering through the shops Cesca picked out a few outfits for work. Nice, sophisticated but sexy at the same time. She continued to pick her way through the endless racks of clothing, turning her nose up at some of the outfits on show, admiring others. She paid for the mountain of clothes she had picked out and wandered out of the shop, entering another just as quickly. This was more of a back to school kind of shop, home to stationary, endless amount of paper, A level, GCSE and teacher resources, also workbooks for younger children. It wasn't such an interesting shop for most but for Cesca who loved to teach she often found herself in these shops. Building up her stationary range, topping up on her knowledge with the resources on offer, she didn't really take much interest today though, she was practically dragging her legs now, and her arms seemed to have gone numb.

After fetching the stuff she needed she headed for the checkout. Something caught the corner of her eye though, a man stood with his back to her browsing through the stationary, strangely he reminded her of someone, someone she was always trying to forget but he always had a hold on her, always and forever, he looked like Jonah. Nothing more than a dream, how much she had wished to see him her mind was now playing tricks on her. Once again he was firmly implanted on her brain, she could feel the tears building up in her eyes but blinked them back before they fell. She turned to watch the woman behind the counter as she scanned each individual item, very slowly, not in a rush at all. Finally all of her stuff was bagged up, she handed the woman a £20 note and grabbed the bag, being careful not to make eye contact with the man that was now behind her. She turned the corner of the street and let the tears delicately fall down her cheeks.

"WAIT WAIT" someone shouted from behind her.

"You forgot your change" the man said, finally catching up with her. He placed the change in her hands carefully trying to get his breath back.

Cesca gasped at his touch, gentle and familiar it was. He felt the same. Carefully they both lifted their heads, looking straight into each others eyes. The impossible couldn't be their reality could it? In front of Cesca stood Jonah, her man, the love of her life, their eyes bulged as they couldn't quite get their heads around the fact that they were stood in front of each other.

"Jonah?" Cesca asked.

"Ces?" Jonah replied.

Cesca dropped everything she had been carrying and flung her arms around his neck, he took her contently into his arms, it was a miracle. Cesca, after crying sad tears for what seemed like a lifetime was crying happy tears. A smile plastered against her beautiful face.

"What, why, how?" they both asked each other, they had a lot of talking to do. Somehow Cesca's lips found Jonah's and ignoring the huge swarm of people clambering around the two of them, they kissed, passionately and lovingly.

He looked deeply into her eyes, cupping her face in his hands, taking in the wonder of her.

"I am not dreaming am I?" he laughed.

"Most certainly not" she giggled, kissing him again.

All of the heartache seemed worth it now; he was standing right in front of her as if by magic. Something extraordinary was happening; over two different countries the magnetic force had attracted them to one another again. This time though Cesca was determined she couldn't let him go, not again, she needed him.

Being wrapped in his embrace felt perfect and the smiles on their faces told a story of there own. Cesca couldn't take her eyes off of him; he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Shall we go home?" Cesca asked.

"Home?" Jonah asked.

"Yes Jonah, my house?" Cesca laughed, Jonah nodded. Collecting up the mountain of bags Cesca had managed to add to throughout the day. Jonah took hold of her hand, stroking it with his thumb as they trudged back to her car. Throwing the bags into the back Cesca rested her back on the car. Jonah took hold of both of her hands and looked into her eyes

"I've missed you" he said as the tears rolled down his cheeks, Cesca reached up to his cheek, wiping them away carefully.

"I've missed you too but you have got me now, we have got each other." Cesca said with a smile as a single tear fell.

Driving became mission impossible when she couldn't keep her eyes off of Jonah. He noticed and took hold of her hand, soothing it gently, encouraging her to relax but his touch turned Cesca to putty and she could feel her control over the car loosening. Stopping it in a lay by seemed the best option as the car came to a stop.

"I can't concentrate" Cesca complained, making Jonah laugh.

"Come here beautiful." He said with a smile as he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her in a tight embrace, holding her close to him. Once again their hearts beated as one, Jonah's lips caught Cesca's in a searing kiss, leaving them both wanting more. Cesca kissed him again and again and again, their tongues rolling gently around each other.

"Jonah we…" Cesca's sentence was cut short as Jonah kissed her again.

"Sorry. I have missed that, what did you say?" Jonah asked.

"Lets go back to mine now, I am sure I can wait until were home to look at you non stop" Cesca laughed and climbed back into the drivers seat. Jonah's hand quickly found her leg and moved in an upwards direction. Cesca jumped and swatted his hand away,

"Hands off Jonah, we're nearly home…" Cesca said, but not with a straight face.

Hesitantly she released the handbrake and they were rolling along the road again, Cesca kept up a reasonable pace afraid of what her feelings could do to her. She didn't want to kill the both of them before they had, had the chance to say hello again. They had a lot to talk about to but that could wait till later, they had a lot of catching up to do and a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

Doubting that this day would come had been normality, doubting that this day would come had been fiction; it had come, quicker than they expected.