He proclaimed it her best attribute and what he noticed first, her ample chest. Gabby’s response, always, “Gee, thanks Pal.” accompanied by a good, hard punch to the ribs. “That’s it? That’s what you like most about me?”
“Well,
I am a guy.” Will responded and with
a smirk added. “You could tell me which part you like best about me.”
“You
wish!”
He
looked deeply into her light blue eyes resting his palm in his true favorite
spot, “No. This is my favorite part of you.” His hand lay gently over her heart
and he could feel it pounding.
“Yeah,
right! That’s pretty darn close to your
real spot! I know you!” Gabby replied, knowing he was speaking the truth, but she loved
to tease him about this very thing.
The
electricity and passion between them never failed to cause her to melt.
Into
him. Into one.
But
they were a long way away from where this word game of theirs started. Thirty
years away to be exact.
The
question before both of them this time around, and again, was...
“What
are we doing?”
Both
her ample parts began to heave, in sadness, because she knew.
Gabby’s
cheeks were streaked black; mascara running down her face. She kissed him
tenderly knowing it would be the last one, softly uttering a final goodbye and
got in her car.
Peeling
out of the driveway, spewing gravel in her haste, she needed to put as much
distance between the two of them as she could. Proximity had been their foe and distance a dear friend.
As
she drove, her mind changed as it always did. About Will. Gabby dialed his
number?
“This
is Will. Leave a message.” God, she loved his voice.
“Okay!
I just left you. Please call me. I
can’t do it this. There’s never not been an “us”. Please!”
Gabby
pulled over and waited.
Thirty
minutes later, the text came through…
“No.
Your goodbyes hurt me too much.”
Could
this be forever?
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In a roundabout way, I fell into this song, Under Your Spell by Desire, from a movie recommendation on a blog I follow. I’m obsessed with it but then I'm obsessed with a whole lot of things. I think it’s perfect for the love story of Gabby and Will.
Written
for Trifecta’s prompt.
AMPLE: 3. Buxom, portly.
