The Strings of Love
My vocal cords pained a little and I coughed to clear my throat.
She hugged me. I could smell the aroma of her deodorant. I couldn't register for a minute and whispered in my ear, "Me too, old man."
I was satisfied with her affirmation but I wasn't old. Roaming my hands on her bare back, I teased her, "I am not old. Try me."
I could hear her heartbeat when I touched her. I could feel her breath as her body touched mine. I felt as if she is the elixir of my life and without her, my world is nothing. She broke away the hug but remained in my arms.