I met Zach and Mina during a desperate attempt to assuage a rather strong bout of writer’s block (this manuscript is severely past due!). They are a beautifully flawed, but dynamic pair.
Here is part one of their (very) short story…
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6:45am, Zach: I don’t know why I thought it’d be easier to send this than to simply wake you and tell you how I felt. For two reasons, I suppose. I guess the first is because you looked so beautiful and serene and I didn’t want to be the disruption to that. The second is because what I’m doing right now is certifiable.
Last night was amazing and I hope that when you wake up you won’t feel remorseful, because I CERTAINLY DON’T. This isn’t something that I do ever, but you’ve left an unmistakable impression on me that I cannot seem to shake. I don’t fully understand what happened between us or why, but I don’t believe in coincidences. We were meant to meet. And as pivotal as they were, we were meant for more than just the past 20 hours we shared. My flight to London this morning is the only thing keeping me from learning your body a second time. But that’s just it Mina, for as insatiable as you’ve made me, I still want more. I want to learn your mind, your likes, who you are…holistically. And while I may seem like I’m rambling here, I think you feel it too. Our connection is an unorthodox one, but a connection just the same.
“Sir, we are preparing for take off; if you’d be so kind as to set your device to airplane mode?” the pretty flight attendant requested. Zach nodded his acquiescence, but continued to hastily punch out the remainder of his message.
I know that I’m a stranger to you. It wasn’t lost on me that you only gave me your first name and shared nothing overly private. It’s a crazy world nowadays, so I don’t take it personally. But know this; I’m Zachary Dexter and I desire more than your acquaintance.
Zach prayed that he wasn’t being too forward, but he needed her to know where he stood. He just hoped she felt the same vibe in the light of day that her body gave off last night and that she would respond favorably to his rushed text. Powering down his phone and shoving it in the breast pocket of his suit jacket, Zach closed his eyes, hoping to catch a reminiscing glimpse of the woman who’d literally rocked his world.
