Creaming Smell

"You smell of Shea butter!" I murmured into her ear as we swayed together, encapsulated in our own little world, like a porcelain couple enclosed in a glass dome. We were so close that her breath warmed my body, and mine did the same to hers. My fingers traced patterns on her back as though it were a vertical keyboard, and I was the pianist delicately playing my tunes, ascending and descending her spine.

"Perhaps because I showered with Shea butter soap," she chuckled softly, her breath brushing against my chest.

"I quite enjoyed it," I smirked.

"I'm glad," she replied with a delicate, polite smile, as if she possessed the art of dancing with a man to tame his nature while simultaneously awakening the devil within him.

"So, why me?" I dared to ask, despite the countless times I'd debated whether I should broach the subject with her. Would it anger her? Would it be inappropriate? But my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know why she had chosen me over any other boy in her own class.

"What do you mean?" she inquired, her forehead creasing with concern.

"It's simple. I want to understand why you prefer me over other boys, especially when I'm sure many others have asked you the same question," I stated directly. I wasn't one to beat around the bush, nor did I possess that art. However, as I observed her facial expressions, I couldn't discern any positive signs indicating where this conversation might lead.

"I could ask you the same question," she countered, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at me.

I studied her face for a moment, though I wasn't adept at reading facial expressions. Given the current situation and the potential consequences of giving a wrong answer or responding in a way that could lead to conflict, I knew I had to tread carefully.

"You know me," I replied, opting not to reveal my reasons outright. I needed more time to gauge what she wanted to hear.

"Right now, I don't know the reason. Or maybe I'd like to hear it directly from you," she said, her tone serious.

I felt as though I were in a burning hell, where one wrong step could cost me dearly.

"I'm not an extrovert, and I'm not particularly open with my peers. You're the only one on campus whom I'm familiar with. So, I gathered the courage to ask you instead of some other girl whom I hardly know. I didn't want to dance with them because when I heard about this partner selection for the prom night, it was you and only you who came to mind," I confessed, locking eyes with her. I could see her face clearly, and her failed attempts to conceal the smile that was on the verge of appearing.

And finally she burst out in laughter.

I smiled back.

"I'm waiting to hear you now." I spoke lightly.

There was silence accompanied by this reminder, our bodies kept on moving, as she tilted her head down and rested it slowly on my chest. I didn't dare ask her again or remind her. I was somehow enjoying this silence and the movement our bodies was making. Not all answer you get need to be spoken by mouth. There could be different ways to deliver it and the thing she did just was enough for it all.

I got it. I got all my answers. She didn't need to say anything. She didn't need to say it aloud or slowly.

My heart heard her unspoken words and I was pretty sure she could hear my response as her ears was closer to my heart than mine.

We kept on winding on the music until the tap stopped playing it anymore. There was quietness and in that there's music which both of us could hear. The music our hearts were playing. Pounding like drums, though creating rhythm so exquisite and rich.

We didn't realize when did we actually stopped moving. We stood still, her head still on my chest, my arms wrapped around her, we remained in this position from I didn't remember how long.

She tipped her head off my chest and scaled it up. Her eyes were looking at me as I looked down on her.

"Indeed, there's many other options." She spoke as I was all ears.

I hummed.

"But I couldn't think of any except you." She continued, her eyes were glinting with the teary water just filled her eyes.

"Because you're special. And I felt, mine."

My heart melted like the scented candles liquefying in the corner on the top of chest drawers. I felt like crying. I wanted to weep in her arms on her bossom. My heart filled to the brim and ready to explode out.

But the tear escaping through the rim of her eyes put more burden on it.

The moment was heated, but there's something beyond the feeling of pleasure and passion. And I could understand it well.

Rubbing my thumb on her cheek I wiped off the tear streaking down carelessly. And she looked into her eyes.

They were blazing. Burning like hell and was burning me in it too. I pushed her back and pinned her body onto the wall behind. The candle blazing right at our left on the chest drawer illuminated our bodies and casted a huge shadow of us on the wall behind us. Her breast was heaving, as I leaned forward on her.

Trailing my thumb over her lips, I gently put my lips on them.

The glossy touch of her lips wetted my dried lips as I whispered slowly on them.

"I love you!"

Her lips moved under my lips as I swallowed those three words she just spoke in me.

"I love you too."

Slightly I pecked on her lips just like a butterfly does on the flowers bloomed early in the morning with the sunshine kissing their petals.

I removed my mouth and then leveled up my gaze at her. Tears were streaming down her face as I wiped them off.

She swirled her hands around my neck and pulled me down. Without giving me any time she kissed me. A deep, passionate, full of longing and belonging kiss.

I sifted my hands down around her butts and craned her up as she straddled her legs around my waist.

The flames flickered as a wind gushed in through the window parted and shook our shadow on the wall as we were still bathed deep in the passion of love.

It was all rising just like brewing wisps from a freshly baked cake, but who knew when a wind would get in and cool it down.