Bursted

Pamela:

I was probably dreaming, I said to myself. But then he wasn't letting go any minute. His lips were still on mine, and he kissed me until I was almost breathless.

In a moment I pulled away. Then I stared at him with my eyes that glistened with tears.

"After all these years, I've waited for this," he said.

I was a bit tipsy but due to the way he drawled, I noticed he might be drunk.

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" I questioned.

"What does that have to do with you?" He asked, and then I shrugged.

"I love you Pamela, and that's all that matters. I may be drunk but these are my words, " he said, running his hands on my face.

He wiped my tears away, and he stared at me awkwardly. I still loved him, and I craved his touch more than anything else. I wanted his hands on my body. I wanted his lips, and every fucking thing about him, but I was scared that he wasn't being real with me.

"If this is some joke Charles, please stop it!" I said, raising my voice a bit.

Then I felt my