Deja vu

He gently pulled my lip from my deny his impassioned plea. I didn't want to. He was right, he was my other half, and I wouldn't hold back from him. I pulled him down so we could sit on the floor. I sat with my legs crossed, my hands in my lap. He faced me with his knees bent, his feet resting on the ground on either side of my hips. He gathered my hands, his fingers gently massaging my skin.

The waterfall provided soothing background noise as I gave in, telling him about my childhood ...