Cyan met Jillian in the hallway
for their early morning run.
She looked sexy in tight-
fitting sports attire.
He recalled her knocking
on his door late last night
while he was satisfying
himself and how he told her
to go away.
A little embarrassed, he said,
“Sorry about last night,
I was tired.”
“It’s OK, no prob,”
she said, turning pink.
Confused at the time,
she had called Jess,
who had suspected
what he would’ve been up to
after an unfinished
make-out session.
Cyan stretched his arms and legs
while enjoying the morning breeze.
Jillian followed suit,
listening to the music
of the ocean waves.
She glanced at Cyan –
his hair ruffling in the wind,
and she smiled to herself.
Doing something she loved
with someone she started to love
was a beautiful gift.
“I’ll race you,” he said.
“You’re on.” Jillian sprinted
along the beach, kicking sand
behind her.
Cyan watched as she ran
gracefully, happily
through the sand.
He admired her buttocks
moving forward and back,
but forced himself to focus
on her ponytail instead
swinging back and forth
like a pendulum.
Cyan was hypnotized
by her.
Jillian felt electricity
shoot through her body,
tingling her heart,
as Cyan brushed
against her arm,
catching up to her.
“Hey Beautiful,
what are you running from?”
he teased. She blushed.
Cyan slowed as they jogged
by a juice stand.
“Let’s stop here,” he said.
Jillian tilted her head in question.
“They have the best pineapple juice,”
he chirped, like a little kid.
Jillian grinned.
Realizing that his pocket
was empty, he looked at her
sheepishly.
“Can you spot me?
I forgot my wallet.”
Jillian paid for the juices.
He was right.
The juice was sweet, magical,
refreshing.
The liquid slid down
her throat, flowed through
her veins, and touched
her heart. She savored
every last drop
before they kissed.
Read more of their love story here.
Whisperings 