I lay in bed thinking about the curve of your smile in the moonlight. The way you're chocolate chip colored eyes glittered with emotion, as we said our goodbyes. No one could possibly love me like you did. If only you still did. My arm brushes against the pillow beside me as I roll to face the window of my apartment. Absentmindedly, I caress the spot of the bed in which you used to lay with me; entwine your legs into mine, surrounded by our sea of blankets. Sighing softly, my eyes fall closed to the memory of our first night together.

The odds of us meeting up were so far fetched that the most hopeless of romantics would never believe it to be so. We had met online and spoke off and on for a week, spending hours at a time typing furiously to one another. You always had you web cam on, my eyes catching yours with each passing moment, knowing that you would probably never catch mine. As days grew into weeks and weeks into months, my ache for you began to reach beyond the lust that had engulfed me within moments of meeting you. As I had done for so many times now, I sat down to my computer at work only to discover a full mailbox. With a roll of my eyes, I double clicked upon the blinking email icon on my Mac laptop.

Instead of the emails from bosses and bills that were in need of payment, I saw you name blinking over and over again. Hesitantly, I clicked upon the top email. It was that click that would change things. Within that email, and the ones to follow, were your plans to travel abroad a semester of school, stopping near to my hometown for five of those weeks; if I wanted you to anyways. With shaking hands, I typed out a response stating plainly that I found that idea to be "wonderful". The click of my mouse upon the screen sealed the next section of my life like wax upon an envelope.

As the days till your arrival grew fewer in quantity, my heart felt as though it couldn't wait any longer. Finally, after weeks of waiting, I received a message in my email folder letting me know of the plane you would be arriving on and what gate to be waiting at. I woke the morning of your arrival nervous and unsure if I was ready for the moment I had so eagerly planned out. After much deliberation, I settled upon a nice pair of jeans and a pale grey sweater. Tugged my sleeves down over my hands slightly, I grasped my keys from my purse and walked out to my car. The drive to the airport was filled with my constant self-criticisms. Thankfully, my home was only an hour from the airport or else I imagine, I wouldn't have had the guts to make the whole drive there. I arrived at your gate five minutes earlier than you had stated in your message but I felt it was safer to be early than late. With that thought having much of a chance to cross my mind. I saw you step out into the open platform of the airplane exit; your hair was a black spiky mess as I had seen so many times before. I watched you shyly for bit, trying to find the strength within myself to approach a man I had lusted after for so very long.

After a couple seconds, I tried to shout out your name with the raise of my hand. But instead of a large wave of my hand and joyous call, it was merely a shy wave and whisper of your name, "Andrew…" Blushing, I watched as you walked to baggage claim, myself following you along like a lost puppy in the park. He bent down with such grace, it was like watching the wings of a bird beat gracefully against the summer winds. The hood of his green sweat shirt fell half-hazardly across his head; laughing it flipped it back and began walking my way with his bags. Clearing my throat, I tried again. This time, determined for Andrew to hear my voice above the chaos of such a crowded environment.

"Andrew…over here!"

His head snapped up, a warm smile spreading across his lips. Andrew broke into a quick sprint and was shortly at my side. He dropped his bags and held his arms out expectantly. After a few moments, Andrew realized how confused I was by his actions and simply picked me up in a bear hug.

"Finally, a real person…not just text".

His words flowed softly out of his lips. As Andrew spoke during our walk out to my car with his bags, I couldn't help but find myself lost within his eyes. They were the color of warm, melted chocolate and sparkled joyfully. I couldn't help but stare into them passionately. Finally reaching the trunk of my car, I unlocked it and placed his two small bags within. Circling around to the front of my car, I climbed carefully into the front seat and started the engine. Andrew climbed into the passenger's seat only seconds later, smiling across the car at me. I smiled back, more confidently now and pulled out of the parking lot. The hour drive back to my studio apartment was filled with the most basic of questions and the updates of time which passed before his arrival. With shared laughter, my car was pulled into the parking garage of my building. With the retrival of his bags and the locking of my doors, we began our journey up 5 flights of stairs to reach my front door.

I pushed open the door for him and showed him the guest bedroom in which he was to sleep. Andrew placed his bags down and looked back at me, a questioning look upon his soft features.

"Sorry it's a tiny room, but it's all I really have available right now…" My voice trailed off into nothing as you ran your hands through my hair and pulled my lips to you. Your lips so soft and sweet against mine, hands knotted into my long red hair. Sighing, I gave into what felt so right and pressed my body into his. Letting out a soft moan, Andrew pulled back his eyes half open staring passionately at my face. "Cassandra.." This time it was his words lost amongst the folds of my tongue and lips pressed so hungrily against his. I pressed my weight into his walking slowly forwards pressing him back to the guest bed. As our legs bumped into the edge of the mattress, he rotated my body to be in front of his, laying my back gently on to the soft cotton of the comforter beneath us. Whimpering, my tongue flicked across our already swollen lips. You responded with a subtle moan and a bite against my bottom lip, hard enough to leave it gleaming red and swollen the following morning.

We tore at one another's clothes in a maniac fashion, our lips never once parting from the others, except to moan or whimper desperately into the other's mouth. Finally, as out lips grew swollen and tender, you pulled back gently. Andrew's hand caressed my cheek softly as I opened my eyes to his loving face. Drunken with the passion of what had just gone on, my lips and tongue couldn't put words to the emotions running aggressively throughout my trembling and scantily clad body. Andrew smiled again and pulled me into him, his lips meeting mine yet again. But this time, filled with something I hadn't felt in so long: a passion, an aching, a desire for compassion and love. His name passed through my lips yet again as his hand removed the rest of my clothing. Moaning gently into his lips, we began to make love.

It was an amazing first time for us, but the sex isn't what I miss when I lay in my bed alone at night. The thing I ache for so desperately from Andrew, wasn't the bite marks or the moments of unexpected lust. It was the way he cradled me unlike any other. The way he held me within his arms and loved me in a fashion that could never be recaptured. I fell in love with Andrew's eyes when we first met…but it was his kiss that made me lie awake at night wondering, if he ever missed my kiss too.