Chapter 2 Burning Desire

************ They had started the evening with good intentions, Jason and Amelia sat close to each other on a couch in his apartment. Scattered on top of the coffee table were remnants of their private celebration for their graduation: bottles, an empty glass, half a cake and a bottle of wine which they had shared. Their discussion had become intense and sincere and it went as far as talking about their wedding. It was all different—they had never been so attracted to themselves like that. Jason leaned forward into his knees, his eyes boring into Amelia's, his voice had a tone of love and desire in them. ‘You know Amelia! Time really does fly, do you remember that day we first met? It feels like yesterday: we were just both young and awkward individuals who were attempting to understand one another. ‘But see us now, planning to get married soon. It is an acceleration, but such a beautiful one.’ “Now that I think about it, Jason, sometimes I do realize we did go through so much, and everything is falling into place now: our marriage, our dreams – all that we can see in front of us now.” Amelia said as she let a soft smile at the corners of her mouth. Jason lifted her hand to his and slowly ran the pad of his thumb over the back of her fingers. “I have always dreamt about how it will feel like to wake up next to you, come home to you. That is what I have always coveted; that is what I have always been expecting.” Amelia felt a desire for him swelled up in her. ‘I have dreamed of it, too, Jason. ’ “We have always told each other that we were going to wait until our wedding night, that we will only be intimate when the time is proper Amelia!” “But at times, when I am with you like this, I realize that we are intimately connected, that we already are one and it is so challenging to wait when every part of me wants to be with you and show you just how much I love you.” Amelia stirred and she became breathless with such intensity of words uttered by him, her heartbeat increasing at the same rate with emotions reflected in his eyes. ‘I think that makes us two of the same, Jason.’ ‘It is like…like the rest of the world does not exist, you are like my everything when you are with me.’ ‘I don’t want to wait anymore, not when it feels like the sky toppling like this is what we were fated for.’ He touched her hair, and the grasp on her face was gentle and sensational. “Oh, Amelia! I love you more than anything that is in the world now, you have my heart, and I wish to spend it with you, to take care of you and to make you happy, to love you as much as possible, but only if you want it, only if this is what you wish. ” Amelia closed her eyes; her breathing was rather heavy; its rapidity echoed within her chest as she responded in a soft tone: “Of course, Jason. ” ‘In this life at least, I have never been certain of anything more than this. You are most dear to me and all I desire is to spend the rest of my life with you – with all my heart and soul, holding nothing back, not now, not ever. " It is not merely how firmly she said it, but the utter nakedness with which she said it that had Jason's breath stuck His eyes were burning into hers and slowly, he leaned in until their lips were almost touching, “You have no idea how much I want you Amelia, how much I need you. ” He told her softly, “If this is what you want, if you are ready, then I’m ready too. ” He moved a lot closer and urged her even closer for what would be their first tender kiss. As the pressure of the moment increased, the air around them became humid and hot. Jason wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her toward him, and felt her body physically react: the quick intake of her breath against his skin. Jason’s hands gently moved over her back and hair as if to learn—to remember every inch of her. She matched it, her hands gliding up over his chest and shoulders, feeling the hardness of the muscles, and the rapid beating of his heart. The external world around them faded and became blurred as they lay tightly in each other’s arms. Every touch, every embrace and every caress was charged and laden with all the affection that had built up over the years and in that final moment expressed in abundance. At last, they withdrew from each other and both of them were breathing heavily. Taking her face between his hands gently, he pressed his forehead to hers, his voice strained. “Oh wow, ‘That was. . that was incredible, Amelia. You are incredible. ” And a smile just broadened even more on her face while her eyes were just a little still, shut—for her to enjoy the moment—the touch of his breath on her. "Perfect, Jason. Perfect. " ********** In the bathroom, Amelia attempted to take a deep breath and just pretend that everything was fine. She washed her face with cold water in an endeavour to ease herself from the stabs down her lower abdomen, but that didn't help. This should have been the night Amelia had been dreaming of, the night out that she yearned for and now as she was standing alone in the bathroom, she couldn't brush off the strange feeling that ran through her. She could tell that something was wrong. Amelia had determined to go back to Jason – to let him know about the pain, then suddenly she heard the creaking of the restroom door opening behind her and this sent a chill running down her spine and brought up her heart rate, her stomach twisting anxiously; she looked up into the mirror fitted on the walls just in front; her eyes widen on seeing the shadowy figure that entered the room. **********