Jeanne stared at the painting across the table from her in the restaurant. The rhythm of the woman in the painting made her want to get up and dance, she was so excited to be at the table, because…
Terrence walked over to her with his suitcase on wheels. She leaped up like the woman in the painting, and wrapped her arms about him. He was equally graceful as he let go of his luggage, and wrapped his arms about her. His lips fell warm and soft against her neck, and made her tingle from head to toe.
She had missed him so much, and distracted herself with everything under the sun so she would not fall apart. It literally made her ache the more time she spent without him, and she counted the days and hours until they would be reunited. His body against hers now felt like heaven must.
Jeanne kissed both of his cheeks, and held his face in her hands while he held her hips. They swayed like their own dance for eternity, the spotlights from the restaurant shining down on them.
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rhythm via Mischa Eliot
