Sunlight filtered through the trees. It had been a long time since he had a beautiful and peaceful morning. Music filled the air. Electra sat beside him as she played the final notes with her flute.
“Where did you learn to play? Fred asked. The few pieces he had heard her play were original. He had always wanted to ask her about the music but the chance never came.
Electra smiled, leaned over him and her eyes fell on his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her in the mouth. It was soft and warm just as he remembered it. Fred waited for her to pull back, his heart racing at what she would do. Her rejection would crush him. Tentatively and slowly, he kissed her again. He shivered when she responded, her breath warm against his mouth. His hand came up to her neck as hers cupped his cheek. When Fred would have wanted to deepen it, she moved away. He let her. Just like him, she was a little out of breath. Electra rose to her feet and smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. She walked to the stream, dipped her foot in the cold water and then the other. The water was up to her waist when Fred realized what she was planning. (more…)