Sunday Scribblings - Crush
Her breath ceased to fill her lungs. Her heart felt as though it would burst from her body. Her limbs tingled and her head was light. She felt as though her soul had crossed the room to him. Fear consumed her, would he turn away without seeing her? Or would his eyes find her and share this most unusual moment of intimacy?
He turned. Finding her eyes across the room he stared. He too was shrouded by the recognition of passion. His heart was gripped by this mysterious woman. Who was she, he wondered. He knew she was meant for him; words that flowed through his brain were muddled, he was not the type of man to let his emotions rule. He knew this moment survived solely on an instant crush of feelings . Drawing a deep breath he turned back to his party.
Her heart felt as though hands were crushing it as she watched him turn. She was sure her body would crumble the moment his gaze left hers. Her heart felt as though it was being crushed by invisible hands. A second of fear washed through her; she knew if he walked away from this moment in time it would be unbearable.
Offering his apologies to his group he turned again in time to see her head drop and a sole hand grasp at her bodice as if her heart were in danger. Look up, he thought to himself. Look up I am coming for you.
Knowing she had to escape the crush of the crowd and this lost moment of passion, she lifted her head, drew in a breath, scanned the room and watched as the focus of her attention made his way across the room to her. Confirmation. She knew he had not been immune to the instant illicit crush of feelings.
Walking towards her he was filled with the knowledge that this was not a fleeting moment or a just a curiosity. Although, he wondered where would this crush of feelings lead. What path lay ahead?
