Love knows no age, when you find true love, you will not care about the age, all you will care about is spending forever with him – Unknown
Wayne was sitting on his balcony looking out when the doorbell rang. He glanced at his watch. It was half-past six. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Getting up from the chair, he walked through the living-room and went into the foyer. He peered through the keyhole. It was Deanna. After a slight hesitation, he unlocked the door and opened it. His expression was inscrutable when he met her gaze.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she said quietly, apologetically.
He shook his head and stepping aside, he said, “Come in.”
He closed the door after her and leaned against it, his eyes focused on her face. He was afraid to lower his gaze although he already knew that she was clad in a black, v-neck tee shirt, knee length denim skirt which revealed a pair of shapely legs. Her long hair fell in thick waves about her shoulders and she was wearing the chain he had given her as a birthday present. She was so lovely but so young…
“How have you been, Wayne?” she asked.
He ran his fingers through his damp and tousled hair. “Fine,” he lied. The last few weeks had been hell for him. He couldn’t stop thinking about the last time they saw each other. She had stopped by his place that night after calling him on her cell. He had just stepped out of the shower when the bell rang. Without thinking, he wrapped a towel about his wet skin and went to answer the door. He opened it and he saw the shock on her face when he stood there half-naked and dripping. Reaching out, he took her hand and pulled her inside.
She stood there, trying hard not to stare but it was as if she couldn’t help herself. Her wide gaze traveled over his wide shoulders, broad chest, muscular arms and flat stomach. When her eyes returned to his face, she couldn’t hide what was in them. Without saying a word, he reached for her and pulled her roughly against him, making her gasp. His head swooped down and his mouth was on hers, devouring it as desire took over reason. She responded and her arms went around his waist. They stood there for several minutes kissing passionately and then, the phone rang, jolting them.
Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss and went to answer it. He had his back to her when he picked it up. “Hello?” It was Emma. She was calling to tell him that she was running a bit late and that she would meet him in front of the theater. When he hung up and turned around, Deanna was opening the door to leave. He hurried over to her. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’ve to go and you have a date.”
He pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair. “Oh Deanna,” he moaned thickly. “I wish…”
“I’ve to go,” she cried and jerking free from him, she yanked open the door and ran out, leaving him standing there, bereft and frustrated. That night at the opera was a disaster. Emma could tell that he wasn’t enjoying himself and instead of having dinner as they had planned, he took her home. As soon as he let himself into his own place, he called Deanna but she didn’t answer. Over the next couple of days, he tried to reach her but to no avail and whenever he went by her place, either she wasn’t at home or she wasn’t answering the door.
And now here she was standing the foyer looking up at him with those eyes that drove him crazy. “I’m sorry about what happened the last time I was here,” she said.
“Are you sorry about what happened between us?” he asked tautly. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Right now he was tempted to take her in his arms and…
“If–if the phone hadn’t rung, I–I would have stayed.”
“Why did you run away?” he asked.
“I–I didn’t run away. I left because you had a date with–with Emma.”
“Yes, I had a date with Emma. We went to the opera but skipped dinner. I took her home and came straight here afterwards. I called you but there wasn’t any answer. I had a miserable evening and the past few weeks have been hell for me because of you. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep. All I can think about is you, Deanna and what happened between us right here and what would have happened if Emma hadn’t called.”
“I haven’t been able to think of anything else,” she confessed. “But what about Emma?”
“There wasn’t anything between us. We went out a few times but my feelings for her have always been platonic. But you…”
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “What about me?” she asked breathless.
“What I feel for you scares me. I never imagined that I would feel this way for a girl your age.”
“And I’m going to be thirty-four next month.”
“Fourteen years isn’t that much of an age difference,” she told him.
“You look much younger than twenty, Deanna.”
“Maybe I should cut my hair so that I look older–”
“No,” he muttered, reaching out and grasping her hair at the nape of her neck and drawing her towards him, his eyes darkening on her upturned face. “Don’t cut your hair. I want to bury my face in it whenever we make love.”
She trembled now, her eyes dropping to his lips. Was that his heavy breathing that she was hearing or hers? “I won’t cut it,” she promised. “I’ll wear it up instead…”
Groaning, he lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers, gripping her hair as he plundered her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him as she responded wildly to his kisses. After several minutes, he broke off the kiss to bury his flushed face in her neck. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she cried.
He raised his head to gaze down at her. “As much as I want to make love to you, I think we should wait.”
She stared at him. “Wait?” she exclaimed. “Why?”
“I want to marry you first and then make love to you on our wedding night.”
“Marry?” she repeated. “You want to marry me?”
His mouth twitched. “Of course and the sooner the better. What about next month–say, on September 8th?”
“September 8th– that’s your birthday.”
“Yes, it’s the day for us to get married. What do you say?”
“I say yes.” She reached up and kissed him.
When he came up for air, he suggested, “Now, I really think we should go out somewhere because if we stay here, we’ll end up in bed.”
She nodded. “You’re right. Where would you like to go?”
“There’s this new French restaurant which recently opened that I thought we could try and I heard that they have a nice banquet hall too.”
She smiled. “Let’s go. I’m suddenly feeling very hungry.”
“All right. And on the way, we’ll stop by De Beers Jewellers.”
Her expression grew serious. “Don’t worry about the age difference,” she said. “We love each other and that’s all that matters. Someone once said that love knows no age.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “And love is as ageless as it is timeless.”