Chapter 4: Climax
More coffee was the last thing on her mind right now. Leaning her head back, she gazed out the window. The rain pelted down with unyielding resolve, sending streams racing down the glass, crashing against the pavement below. Through the torrent, she could make out a figure standing by the boulevard, seemingly looking at the café. Her heart jumped. Was that him? Mark, her one-time love, with a newfound confidence that could only come from someone that dives headfirst into a cauldron of uncharted emotion.
As the rain battered the pavement, making her wish for a bubble to carry her away, she could feel something stirring from within. More than longing. More than desire. The years had tried to put out the flame, but it was ravenous; it came in waves, washing through her limbs like a fire.
It had started as a tiny flicker, one that had warmed her when she thought about the first time they had met. But as the years went on and they danced this slow dance of longing – of silent conversations done through the Internet and fleeting weekend rendezvous – a spark was rekindled. A spark that roared into a wildfire, fanned by their forbidden love and the knowledge that this – this stolen moment, this clandestine fuck-fest – was the only medicine she had.