Fiction

Walking in the room she lays down her things
He looks up at her taking in what she wore
They say their hellos before talking about their night
As she turns to listen to him
Their eyes meet with unspoken words
He stands and leans close
whispering in her ear
She looks at him and smiles
She reaches up straightening his collar
and her breath quickens as he moves a strand of hair from her face
I read in her face the memory of
The Last Kiss
The Last Touch
Both of them so unaware
I just read their secret......