We got out of our cars at the same time, walking toward one another and meeting halfway, neither of us able to wait a second longer, as our arms wrapped around each other and our lips met in a kiss that made our Christmas kiss seem like child's play. Our hands roamed over one another's bodies, finally free to fully explore, until we broke apart, breathless, then said nothing more as we both ran up the walk and opened the door, slamming it shut, locked behind us. We made our passion-filled way to the bedroom, stopping to kiss and embrace once again, and remove one anothers' clothes as we gazed and touched and kissed hungrily, all the way to the bed, each groaning and gasping at the other's touch, the feel of one another's skin and heat touching, sliding against one another with nothing, finally, between us.
Two bodies became one, calling one another's names as we broke the laws of physics, over and over again. Our mutual misunderstandings dissolved, and as we held one another, sated, satisfied, whole, each whispered, "I love you," and knew, finally, what the other was thinking.