Page 55 of Cowgirls Love French Kisses
“Go get her!” they shout as I dash towards the terminal, weaving through the cars and crowd. Every second feels like an eternity, each step a mix of desperate fear of missing her and anticipation. My friends' voices fade into the background as I dive into the unknown that awaits inside the airport.
“Annie,” I look through the lanes for the one where she’d be checking in. “She’s got to be?—”
There she is.
Standing there, amidst the hustle of the airport, she stands with her arms at her sides, a demure smile and a look that says she thought I might be coming.
I stop in front of her, hardly believing this is really happening.
“Annie.”
“Mathieu.”
Here we go.
“I know now.”
“What do you know, Monsieur Mathieu?” Her eyes are warm, her lips squeezed together like she’s holding back a smile that could light the night.
“I know that it’s not about needing you in my life,” I begin, my voice steady but laced with emotion. “It's about wanting you, truly wanting you for who you are. I was lost. Not because of what happened before, but because I lost sight of what I’d always wanted. You're not a remedy to my loneliness or a bandage for past hurts; you are the joy and passion I want to embrace every day. This isn't about filling a void; it's about creating something new and beautiful with you. I want you, Annie, with every part of me, and this… us, it's not just a fleeting desire. It's a deep, abiding want for the incredible woman who has completely captivated my heart. I don’t need you, but I want you. For the woman you are, I wantyou.”
My words hang in the air. Does she see it? Can she tell that I’ve become the man she needs me to be?
“Oh, Mathieu.”
Her arms wrap around me in a single movement, drawing me close with a force that says everything, and finally we kiss.
It's a kiss that encapsulates every whispered promise, every evaporated fear, every silent longing. Her lips are soft yet insistent, melding with mine in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. The world around us fades into a blur, the sounds of the airport distant as I lose myself in this moment of pure emotion and one fiery kiss.
As we part, her breath warm against my cheek, she whispers.
“They're calling for my flight. I have to go now.”
I hold her gaze. “This isn't the end.”
She steps back, her eyes shining and a smile that could light up the darkest night.
“That’s right, it's just the beginning.” She turns, her stride confident if reluctant, and I think my heart might burst.
Suddenly, Annie halts and turns, panic across her face. She frantically digs through her bag, her movements frantic. “My passport!”
“Not again!” I rush over, though to do what, I’m not sure.
With a flourish, she triumphantly holds up her passport, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Just kidding!” she declares with a wide and devilish grin.
In two quick strides, she's back in my arms, planting a playful but deep kiss on my lips.
“See you in Texas, cowboy,” she says, pulling away with a chuckle. She turns and dashes across the airport.
As I watch her go, the click-clack of her cowboy boots resounding throughout the Charles de Gaulle airport, I’m awestruck by the whirlwind of a woman who's upended my world. A Texan tornado, as wild and free as the Parisian breeze, has stolen my heart and is taking it back to America.
As she disappears into the crowd, I can still hear those cowboy boots. That sound will echo in my ears until I see her again. And I will see her again.
As soon as I possibly can.
NOT YET THE END!
