Yoss’s face crumpled. “I can’t expect your forgiveness.”
I took his hand, raising it to my mouth. Soft, sweet kisses on his palm. “You already have it.”
He was shaking. His breathing ragged. I wasn’t sure if it was from the emotion or his disease.
He was fading.
I could see that.
It terrified me. For tonight I would hold on and not let go.
“No more talk of the past, Yoss. We can’t keep looking to what should have been.” I framed his face with my hands. “We have to move forward. Towards whatcan be.”
I reached for him.
He reached for me.
We met in a rush of tears and sighs.
Our lips crashed into each other.
We were on our feet. Moving back to the bedroom. The lights were off. It was dark. We fumbled and tripped. Laughing and smiling the whole time.
We had had enough misery.
I wasn’t sure how my clothes ended up on the floor. I was naked. Yoss’s bare skin flush against mine. We made our way to the bed. Kissing. Always kissing.
“We should take it easy, you were just in the hospital,” I murmured.
Yoss kissed my mouth. Hard and firm. “You and I have never been easy. We’re not starting now.”
His hand ran up my inner thigh until he found me wet and needy. “I have to know what you feel like. Inside. I will never know what it’s like to be just you—just me—without a barrier between us. I want to feel you. Like this. If that’s all I can ever have.”
He slipped his finger inside me. We groaned together as he worked his hand. Another finger. Then another. Stretching and filling me.
“Imi,” he moaned, his mouth smothering my cries and his moved his hand between my legs. Slipping in and out.
“I love you,” I gasped as I felt myself crumbling. Little by little then all at once in a flood.
“I love you,” he gave back to me.
“Please, Yoss. I need…” I couldn’t put into words exactly what I needed.
But I knew that he understood.
“I’m still not sure about this. The risk is too much,” Yoss argued, his fingers still inside me.
“We’ll be careful. I wouldn’t put my health at risk. No matter how much I want this,” I assured him. I reached down at pressed his fingers into me. Higher. Deeper.
Yoss slowly withdrew his fingers and found his jeans on the floor, pulling out his wallet. I watched him as he located a condom and tore the foil.
I had an intense sense of déjà vu. I remembered, with excruciating clarity, watching him before.
In a dirty motel room, weighted down with love and grief.
Scared but oh so sure.
Yoss came back to me a moment later, pulling me towards him.
