Leap of Faith

Katya

It was a kiss that gave without taking,

Open-mouthed, thorough, trusting.

He cradled my face like a babe, slanting his head to the side and sweeping my lips slowly, his taste addictive and distracting from the harsh reality.

Then his palms gently moved down my arms and pulled me closer to him, until all there was between us was fabric.

When he pulled his lips way, he cradled my face again and gazed at me with intense emotions that almost had me staggering.

I give you my word.

He had promised to make it all better, yet the past stood as a barricade between us, and when I stared him, there were inhibitions in my eyes.

Fear of trusting again.

And yet fear of facing reality.

"It's okay, I understand." He whispered as though he could hear my thoughts, his hands cupping my cheeks.

He was all I could see and think of, his image possessing my mind, his voice soothing as it flooded my mind.

His image was blurred by the fresh tears pooling in my eyes, but I could still see him, gazing