*This happened a few years ago with an ex, one whom I’ve been missing lately and have lost contact with, which I believe is how he wants it. But this is my recollection of one part of one of our hottest days together.*
We had been apart for several months, sustained by phone calls and Skype sessions and scantily clad picture exchanges. Our sexual energy was pent up. The longing and desire we felt for each other was thick and had permeated us to our cores.
He came over to mine shortly after landing at the airport, and we hugged and embraced in the driveway. Arms wrapped around broad shoulders I had buried my face into. He smelled of cedar and orange and leather, a subtle cologne. I smiled as I pulled my head back, my face in his face and our noses touching playfully, my lips grinning from ear to ear as we kissed deeply. Desperately. The kind of kisses that should not be done in the front garden on display of strangers.