I crack my fingers after typing a 10-page report and rise from my seat at the table.
"Elma, where are you?"
No answer. That's strange. She'd always answer when I call.
I decide to check the bedroom. She's not there. The only place left to check is the porch.
"Oh you were here. I was looking for you." She turns around.
"Oh sorry. I didn't want to disturb you. You seemed very focused on what you were doing" she replies.
I see her standing on our private little porch gazing at the sky. She's eating a pack of pocky sticks.
"That's not how you eat should pocky, silly" I grin. Standing closer to her, I take one from the long brown box and place one of the ends of the fine stick on my tongue.
She' has a puzzled look.. With the pocky stick in my mouth, I bring it closer to hers and I start munching. She copies me and begins munching on the stick. As our faces begin to meet, hers flush. I inhale her strawberry scent. There's not much stick left between us and our lips crash. Under the stars, her soft lips press against mine. They taste like fudge. I run my hands up and down her back. I could hear the sound of her soft moans in my mouth over the cars passing below us.. The cool air of the night is indeed refreshing.
Our kiss is intense and lasts for about two minutes.
"You sly fox" she says when we break apart, a trail of saliva still connecting us.
"Me? I was just showing you how to enjoy pocky." I wink and stick out my tongue in a playful expression.
She smiles at me with love so intense it warms my soul like a fireplace on a cold winter's night.
'I always ate pocky alone ignorant about how it could be enjoyed that way. But now I will always eat it like that."
She takes two sticks from the pack and place them in her mouth. I take the other ends in mine. Our lips eagerly meet again. She tightly wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer to her warm body, kissing me like her life depended on it.
"I really liked that kiss. It's like I could eat and kiss you at the same time." she says with a cute little chuckle.
The milky speckles of the night twirls and dances along the sky in various patterns. As we stand close to each other, star-gazing, I feel like not a single thing could harm me. or come between the two of us. I feel safe.
"The stars remind me of you" I say to her.
"What makes you think so?"
"Well you light up my world just like how the stars light up the sky" I take her hand that's resting on the rail into mine.
"I was thinking about how the moon reminds me of you because your face is round and bright" she tells me
We stare into each other's eyes and share a little chuckle..