Page 103 of Kissing Games
You taught me to question, you taught me to dream.
You made me laugh, and you made me scream.
Your eyes are like globes, of golden green,
your lips are soft pillows, on which I dream.
Your body is ripped, as hard as a rock.
I love all of you, but mostly your—ability to make me laugh.
Charlie snorted with laughter and the man holding the sign stepped back.
Then I left you alone, I walked out that cold day,
and felt like my heart had been taken away.
It’s true when they say, you don’t know what you’ve had,
till it’s gone and you’re left, empty and sad.
You’ve made my life better, in each little way.
And I want you beside me, for every day.
There were only three men left, but he still couldn’t see her. Where was she? Was she even here? His heart was being pushed past tolerance, beating erratically, pounding against the inside of his ribs.
So, Charlie, I’m yours.
Please know that it’s true,
There was only one man left; the height of a house and as wide as a whale. This was the end of the line.
I give you my heart, my life…
Was that the end? A small figure walked out from behind the man, holding her own sign.
I love you.
Valentina. She was here. She loved him. The rest of the world stopped moving. Nothing else mattered. His life, his purpose, his joy, had crystallised into this moment and this woman. She was smiling, her face lit up, her eyes bright with happiness. He tried to speak but his heart caught in his throat. His bags hit the floor. The sign slipped from her fingers. They fell into each other’s arms, their lips meeting with a rush of love. He ran one hand into her hair, the other grabbed her bottom as he groaned into her mouth. She clung to him, her hot tongue dancing with his. He burned with a desperate intensity. He needed to get her somewhere private within the next five minutes or he was going to explode.
Around them were whoops and hollers, cheers and claps. He dragged his head from hers, his breathing heavy. Her eyes were dark with desire.
‘Valentina. We need to find a hotel.’
She blushed, as if only just aware of the commotion they were causing. ‘I have it sorted.’
‘You’ve got a room?’
She shook her head and smiled. ‘I have a bus.’
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For the first time since he’d set eyes on Valentina, Charlie was distracted by something other than her.
‘That’s not a bus. It’s a penthouse on wheels.’
He held her hand as he looked at the sleek black vehicle. It seemed the height of a two-storey house and the length of a street.
