Tell Me About Your Passions

The new coffee shop was a great place and the grand opening was the most interesting she had ever seen. There were the normal free samples, balloons, giveaways and the like but on one wall of the shop were different sizes and colors of paper on the wall. The barista's were encouraging everyone to write whatever they wanted. Well within reason of course since it was a family establishment.
Being a writer, she thought this was an awesome idea and walked over to a gorgeous pale rose colored piece of, what looked like parchment. Her fingertips slid over the slightly rough surface and she knew she needed to write something to someone, a someone she used to know.
Looking to her left she saw a table with various pens and pencils, she chose a black pen and stared at her chosen canvas. Then the sounds of the shop faded away as the words came to her, she began to write.

Tell me about your passions.
Tell me what makes you tick.
Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself after all these years of searching.
Why do you do the things you do and how did you get to be such a beautiful creature?
I want to get to know you so I can justify this love I already feel for you.

She finished her writing with a flourish at the bottom with her initials and stood back to smile sadly at her work. It was crazy for sure, these feeling she had but one does not choose who they fall in love with she supposed.

"I have many passions." a male voice said beside her ear and she froze. Oh, it could not be and her mind froze as her head turned to see the person she had just been writing about standing beside her.
He was looking at her with a mixture of desire and something else, she wanted to think gentleness but it seemed deeper.

"I realized, after it was too late, that I had lost what I was most passionate about." he stepped closer and she could smell his scent. That spicy, warm scent that always drove her wild with desire. His dark eyes, filled with some fierce emotion at the moment, were pinned to her and she felt as if she could not breathe.

"What was that you lost?" She said a little breathlessly.

"You." he said softly. "I was a scared boy trying to act like a man who did not care. I failed."

He sighed and ran a hand through his long dark hair. She loved his hair, loved the way it had felt sliding between her fingers and even in this tense moment she felt the desire to run her fingers through it herself.

"Allow me to answer those questions you posed. Please?"
He said and then paused with uncertainty on his face.
"I guess I shouldn't assume they are about me.....yeah..."
He shook his head and looked down at the floor, his shoulders hunched.

A flood of love washed through her, a lump formed in her throat and she knew that she felt so much for this man. This arrogant, flighty thing that could make her smile so easily. She reached forward and laid her hand along his jaw, lifting his face to make him look at her. When their eyes met she could not help but to smile and she allowed all her love shine in her eyes.

"It is about you my love. Always. Sit down with me and answer the questions hmm?"

Her hand remained on his cheek and he stepped closer, his hand coming up to cover hers. His eyes were dark with desire and what she prayed was love. Then his other hand came up to encircle the back of her head and he pulled her into him. His lips crashing down on hers showed the depth of his desire and it set her reeling.
Nothing mattered at that moment but the connection between them and she felt as if she was floating.
He leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss but barely and whispered,
"I love you so much."
Her heart hammered at his words, joy bubbled up inside her and she whispered back.
"I love you too."

They sat down in the comfy chairs beside her writing and he began to tell her his passions.