Genesis of our Love

Part 1: Locating his house

The bike came to a stop at the roadside, leaving me standing in the open air with my phone pressed to my ear as it rang from his call. I scanned my surroundings, trying to make sense of where I was, but the only clear path led to a wide, open field stretching between me and wherever Robert was waiting. The sun had started its descent, casting long shadows across the dry grass.

Just keep walking straight, his voice came through the phone, warm and teasing, “can’t you see me?”

I squinted, searching the distance, but all I saw was the soft blur of the fading daylight.

Yeah I think I can see your silhouette now. Couldn’t see his face but I could tell he was as handsome or even more than the pictures I had seen.

He laughed.The whole World can see me except you, he said as he walked across the field. I shook my head, smiling to myself. If the whole world could see you, you’d disappear. That's too many eyes on one person.

I wouldn’t disappear, he said playfully. I would love to be somewhere everyone can see me.

We were both walking, now, moving towards each other across the empty field. The air was thick, a little dusty with the quiet hum of the evening, the earth beneath me soft but uneven.

I don’t like that, I admitted. I don’t like being in the spotlight.


Why not? His tone was curious, amused. Being seen is not a bad thing.


It's not bad. I just don't want all that attention. It feels…. Overwhelming i answered.


But look at celebrities, he argued. Everyone sees them all the time. They don't disappear.


I smirked, shaking my head even though he didn't see that. It's not the same thing I said. None of them are seen by everyone in the world at the same time. It's like scattered vision, Millions of people, but not all their eyes are on them at the same time and certainly not physically.


Hmm, he mused. So you wouldn't want to be famous?

Not in the way that makes me feel like I'm standing in the middle of a stage with nowhere to hide, I said honestly. I’d rather be seen by the right people, at the right time.


He let out a thoughtful hmmm. I think I'd like to be seen. Like fully seen. No hiding, no waiting for the right time.


I smiled. That's where we’re different then.
Our voices carried across both the phone and open air, blending into something surreal. Step by step, the distance between us closed. His figure sharpened against the dusky backdrop, the golden glow of the evening settling around us like something out of a movie as the sunset behind him.


Finally , we met in the middle of the field, right there, where the world felt quiet and time felt slow.


A soft chuckle. A lingering gaze. Too shy to hug each other, we pretended not to want to.

Without a word we started walking back to his place, side by side, the call ending as it was no longer needed.

It was simple, it was unexpected, and yet it was magical.



Part 2: The Date


At his house the air inside was warm and welcoming like it knew someone was coming, carrying his scent, the quiet hum of a space that belonged to him. I stepped in, taking in my surroundings, but before I could settle, I reached for a chair to sit, his chair apparently.

Before I even had time to notice him behind me, I felt his hands on me. In one swift, effortless move, he flipped me from behind, catching me completely off guard. A surprised gasp left my lips, my body instinctively tensing as I found myself being guided into another chair, this time facing him directly.

For a moment, I just stared at him, breathless from the sudden movement and slight shock. His hands lingerd for a moment, steadying me before he leaned back, watching me with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.


That chair means something to me, he said, as though that explained everything.


I could only shake my head, amused yet intrigued, my body still buzzing from the unexpected flip. You could have just told me instead of flipping me like that, I said pouting.


He chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. Where's the fun in that?


We talked about everything and nothing at all. Our words filled the space between us and we conversed effortlessly. It felt so natural as pieces of ourselves unraveled, pulling us closer in ways neither of us had anticipated. The more we spoke, the more I saw him, the more he saw me. It was like finding a missing part of myself in someone else, a strange chemistry neither of us could ignore.


At some point, we found ourselves standing on the balcony. The night stretched endlessly before us, the city below twinkling with lights that flickered like fallen stars. The houses were scattered dots of warmth in the darkness, their glows pulsing like quiet heartbeats.
The air between us had changed.


It wasn't just chemistry anymore, it was something heavier, something dangerous.


I could feel it in the way he stood beside me, just a little too close. In the way his voice had dropped, softer, heavier and more intimate now. In the way my own breathing had slowed, in the way my fingers tingle with the need to touch him.

And then………

Hug me, he said.

His voice was soft but also dominant. Beneath it a little hesitation and something unspoken.

I hesitated for only a second, looking up at him before turning to face him. The moment I wrapped my arms around him, I heard it, his heartbeat, rapid and strong, thrumming against my own chest. My breath caught in my throat. My own pulse, once steady, was now hammering wildly.

And then his arms came around me.

His hands were warm as they slid over my back, gripping me a little tighter, as though he didn't want to let go.That was when I felt it, his hands were shaking, and then I felt his shoulders drop as his body relaxed.

It wasn't just me, he was feeling it too. This thing between us, this unbearable pull, was real.
We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other. But when I finally let go, trying to pull away, his grip tightened.

Is that all? He murmured against my hair. Hug me longer.

Something about the way he said it, low and seductive, sent a tremor down my spine. So I did, I leaned in and held him tighter. And in that moment I knew there was no escaping this, I had found my safe space, I wanted to be able to return to those arms when the world was harsh or when the world had turned its back on me.

Suddenly he pulled me back, just slightly, just enough to look at me. And before I could react, his lips pressed gently against my forehead.

Then my left cheek.
and my right cheek.
And then……..

His lips found mine.
Soft, slow, searching.

Soft and sweet he murmured in between my lips and I couldn't help but blush..

The world around us blurred, everything else fading into the background. The only thing I could feel was his mouth moving against mine, coaxing, deepening. My body melted into him, and I felt his hands slide lower, skimming over my waist before settling on my bum.

A low appreciative hum left his throat.
Even softer, he murmured against my neck, so soft baby. You are so soft as his breath got heavier and his touch more urgent.

Heat flooded my body, my breath hitched and my hands rummaged through his body with equal urgency.

As his hands gripped me tighter, something inside me snapped, I wanted him. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.

My fingers tangled his shirt, pulling him even closer, pressing myself against him, no longer caring about restraint. He groaned softly at the contact, his grip on my bum tightening, his lips becoming more urgent, more demanding.

We lost control……

Desire crashed over us like a tidal wave, unstoppable, consuming.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, gripping, learning. My own hands weren't idle, tracing the shape of him, feeling the way his body responded to mine. Our breaths were uneven, heavy, mingling in the space between stolen kisses.

Before I knew what was happening, we stumbled back inside. The balcony door shut behind us, locking the night out, leaving only us, only this.

Clothes disappeared, skin met skin, hands and mouths in unison, exploring, worshipping, claiming.

In that moment nothing else mattered, but us and the world we were in.

We surrendered, one to the other.

Completely.

And that was the beginning of everything.