NOT GOODBYE

"No. To you. To many, many more awards." I click his glass with mine.

"Thank you." I take a sip, and I like how it tastes. However, I am not having another one.

He gulps down his in just two sips, puts the glass on the table, and leans back on the couch, lying his back on the backrest. Is that how it's supposed to be taken in one go? I might as well try that. I gulp down the remaining portion in my glass and swallow. It tastes better that way. I breathed out a heavy sigh, putting the glass on the table. I turn to my Greek god here. He is staring into space, lost in thought. He is probably thinking about his girlfriend again.

"Anything I can do to wipe off that frown?" I asked, looking at him. He turns his face toward me. His eyes say it all. He is thinking of her. This is the look of love.

"Ney. It will pass."

"Are you sure? You look depressed."

"It hasn't gotten to that." He sits upright, putting one leg on the couch. "You are not okay either." He says this, staring deep into my eyes, giving me that feeling again.

He takes my hand into his. Me? I have never been okay, have I? It has been problems one after another ever since I woke up in that hospital bed. I may not even know what being okay means. I look away, breaking the eye contact. "I'm alright." He cups my cheek with one hand.

That touch made me turn to him again. "That's not what your eyes are saying. You are troubled. You are worried. You are somehow scared of something." I make an attempt to look away, but his thumb caressing my cheek soothes me to stay still, and instead of moving away, I find myself leaning more to his touch.

I am melting in his touch, his eyes on mine weakening me more. Without any effort, my eyes close on their own, and I pay attention to the magic of his hand. The magic of his presence. I feel him move closer, and I slowly open my eyes, boring them into his desirable ones.

"I will ask you the same thing as you, Gia." He moves his other hand to my other cheek; now I am fully cupped in his hands, and the heat is increasing. His thumbs move to my lower lip, caressing it, inviting me to lose myself in this world of sin. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I shake my head; my eyes are too heavy to open. "Are you sure?" He challenged me, his forehead resting on mine, making it unbearable for me to breathe.

His right hand drops to my neck. Oh, that sensation. That sweet feeling of his touch was igniting fire in me. I lean my head back a little, allowing him more space to do his magic. I alerted him that I liked what he was doing, and he understood the memo. His lips on my neck took away all the strength I had left in me, and I drowned in this sweet sin. I want to sin with him. I want to dive into this world of sinful lust with no one but him.

My hands trace their way to his face as he places another soft kiss on my neck again, making me flinch. He moves his head up, his lips not leaving my skin, bathing me with his warm breath.

"Let's forget our problems tonight." He says, pecking the space between my eyes. I feel his eyes on mine, and I open my eyes. He looks hot and sweet. "Let's forget our sorrows, even just for a while. I want to remember this moment as one of the best moments I have ever had. Let's forget everything and enjoy this moment together.

"Sex?" I ask, swallowing hard, my lips trembling. He shakes his head, making me relax.

"No."

"Then how?" I ask, falling short of breath.

"Like this." His lips crash on mine, pushing me back to rest on the couch, while he makes himself comfortable on top of me, but not entirely leaning on me.

The clicking sound of our lips set me ablaze with more desire, and I responded to his kiss. His sugary lips taste like the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, and I don't want this taste to end. I want more. I want more of this kiss. I speed up the pace, letting him know how much I want him. Like him, I want to remember this moment as one of the best that I have ever had. If we never get to meet again, I will cherish this moment forever. I will always remember the person who made me feel so special for the first time. I will remember the first person to whom I willingly surrendered. The first person whom I passionately kissed, as far as I remember,

If this is our goodbye, I want to give him a good goodbye. A gift that he will forever remember. How I wish I had a guarantee that we would meet again. How I wish this wasn't a goodbye. He pulls away, his hands wiping my eyes. What? I am crying. Oh, God! This is so deep. I open my eyes to meet his. The look in his eyes is one of worry and confusion.

"Gia?" His voice is barely a whisper, but audible enough for me.

"Tell me this is not goodbye." I say, looking into his eyes. For a moment, he said nothing. My heartbeat is increasing, and I know he can feel it. "Deep?" I beg for his reply, caressing his jaws with my hands, tears still falling, but I am not ashamed. Maybe it's time for him to see how he makes me feel after all.

"I don't want to say goodbye to you, Gia. I want to see you again." I pull him to myself and hungrily capture his lips for a sweet, heated kiss. That's all that I needed to hear. He does not want things to end here. He desires to meet me again. This is not goodbye.

"I want to see you again, Deep." I repeat his own words after we pull away, and that's the truth in my heart. He is too good for me to let go so soon. I feel a thousand plus things for him, and for that, I don't want us to say goodbye too soon.

"I am just a call away whenever you need me. We will keep in touch, and I will surely see you again. I will look for you."

"Promise?" He seals my lips with another tasty kiss.

"Promise. And Deep Moore Azzua never fails in his promises." Now that put a very genuine smile on my face, and he smiled back too. "Come." He flips us over to lie on your sides facing each other, and then he scoops me up to rest my head on his chest. This feels so sweet. His heartbeat is like a lullaby for me, and I close my eyes to its soothing tune. "What have you done to me in the few days we have been together, Gia?" I hear his voice and hips on my forehead.

"The same thing you have done to me, Deep."