Maybe

1. Limits defined over coffee

Maybe it wasn’t love at first sight so much as it was an awareness,
a sense of possibilities lurking.

She was like one of those stubborn dandelions you seeing growing between the cracks of a sidewalk. He was like one of those pines that root and grow on a windswept cliff.

“I don’t need that warm fuzzy stuff,” she said, ” no kissy-kissy hand holding.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

2. The Whipping Tree

He took her to a mist draped meadow, adorned her wrists with steel bracelets, wooed her with with kisses delivered on braided leather tongues, stripped her to the bone, used her until she was boneless.

What he hadn’t counted on was her submission stripping him to the bone, her trust bringing him to his knees, a single tear dissolving his resolve.

Maybe something real lurked here, something worth keeping.

3. Amid Discarded Clothes and Meadow Grass

It found them in the warm fuzzy after, forced its way into hearts like a green shoot seeking sun on the other side of concrete slabs. It bloomed between cuddles and praise. She let him hold her hand and kiss it.

“You need this, need me,” he said. “Admit it.”

“Maybe,” she said.

“You’ll see,” he teased. “Next time I’ll work harder to convince you,”

“Yes,” she said, “do that.”

This post was written in response to this week’s Carry On Tuesday prompt: It was love at first sight.

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