“I’m glad you came,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls me closer to him.
In the cold, cold atmosphere of Pai, Thailand, we lay, warm and cozied up in the rusty, but comfy wooden hut of Pai River Lodge.
We hadn’t seen each other in a year. But even a year ago, I never would’ve guessed that we’d end up here.
I turn to face him, and he caresses my face, ever so softly.
We stare into each other, not speaking. Barely breathing.
There was no noise around us. No shouts of drunken travelers. No sounds of motorbikes or cars passing by the road.
It was just the gentle flow of Pai river, the harmony of various insects in the grassy, forested surroundings of Pai and…
He slowly moves, his eyes inching closer to mine, but I didn’t move a cinch.
I close my eyes as our lips touched.
What a beautiful moment it was.