"I dont know. I know the swans from up north migrate to Lake Matamuskeet every winter, but I guess they came here this time. I dont know why. Maybe the early blizzard had something to do with it. Maybe they got off track or something. Theyll find their way back, though."
"Was it hard?"
"Why?" Saying anything, keeping his balance.
It felt so right to be here. Everything felt right. The fire, the drinks, the storm - it couldnt have been more perfect. Like magic, it seemed, their years apart didnt matter anymore.
She paused, collecting her thoughts. "When your letters never came, I didnt know what to think. I remember talking to my best friend about what happened that summer, and she said that you got what you wanted, and that she wasnt surprised that you wouldnt write. I didnt believe that you were that way, I never did, but hearing it and thinking about all our differences made me wonder if maybe the summer meant more to me than it had meant to you ... And then, while all this was going through my head, I heard from Sarah. She said that you had left New Bern."
"That sounds great."
They spent the day in each others arms, alternately making love by the fire and then holding each other as they watched the flames curl around the wood. Sometimes he recited one of his favorite poems as she lay beside him, and she would listen with her eyes closed and almost feel the words. Then, when they were ready, they would join again and he murmured words of love between kisses as they wrapped their arms around one another.
"I would never do that. I couldnt even think it."
"I didnt know, and in time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, Id write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, youd gone on with your life and I didnt want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didnt want to ever lose that."
"I wish you would have mailed it anyway."
She went on. "I remember being so afraid beforehand that I was trembling, but at the same time being so excited. Im glad you were the first. Im glad we were able to share that."
As he was tying the canoe, he looked up at Allie and stopped breathing for just a second. She was incredibly beautiful as she waited, watching him, completely comfortable in the rain. She didnt try to keep dry or hide herself, and he could see the outline of her breasts as they pressed through the fabric of the dress that clung tightly to her body. It wasnt a cold rain, but he could see her nipples erect and protruding, hard like little rocks. He felt his loins 〔pl.〕【解剖学】腰;耻骨区;生殖器官 begin to stir and quickly turned away, embarrassed, muttering to himself, glad the rain muffled any sound of it. When he finished and stood, Allie took his hand in hers, surprising him. Despite the downpour, they didnt rush toward the house, and Noah imagined what it would be like to spend the night with her.
They lay back, close to the fire, and the heat made the air seem thick. Her back was slightly arched as he rolled atop her in one fluid motion. He was on all fours above her, his knees astride her hips. She lifted her head and kissed his chin and neck, breathing hard, licking his shoulders, and tasting the sweat that lingered on his body. She ran her hands through his hair as he held himself above her, his arm muscles hard from the exertion. With a little tempting frown, she pulled him closer, but he resisted. Instead he lowered himself and lightly rubbed his chest against her, and she felt her body respond with anticipation. He did this slowly, over and over, kissing every part of her body, listening as she made soft, whimpering sounds while he moved above her.
And maybe they had, but she didnt want to look. Instead she leaned into him and felt the heat between them, felt his body, felt his arm tight around her. And her body began to tremble with the same anticipation she had felt the first time they were together.
Lightning flashed again. In the quiet moments before the thunder, their eyes met as they tried to undo the fourteen years, both of them sensing a change since yesterday.
A cloud burst directly above them, and the rain began to come down even harder. Harder than shed ever seen it. Allie looked upward and laughed, giving up any attempt at keeping dry, making Noah feel better.
She squeezed his hand, let go, and moved closer. She put her hand through his arm, cradling it, and rested her head on his shoulder. He could smell her, soft like the rain, warm.
They went on throughout the evening, making up for their years apart, and slept in each others arms that night. Occasionally he would wake up and look at her, her body spent and radiant, and feel as if everything were suddenly right in this world.
"It wasnt just up to you, Noah. I didnt tell you, but I wrote you a dozen letters after I got home. I just never sent them."
"I doubt it. Theyre driven by instinct, and this isnt their place. Some of the geese may winter here, but the swans will go back to Matamuskeet."
He poked the fire, moving the logs, and added some more kindling. Allie leaned against the doorjamb大门柱, one leg crossed over the other, and continued to watch him. In a few minutes the fire had turned to flames, even and steady. He turned to the side to straighten the remaining unused logs and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. He turned back to her quickly.
He smiled. "I have some bourbon in the pantry. Is that okay?"
She opened her eyes and watched him in the firelight, marveling at his beauty as he moved above her. She saw his body glisten with crystal sweat and watched as beads rolled down his chest and fell onto her like the rain outside. And with every drop, with every breath, she felt herself, every responsibility, every facet of her life, slipping away.
Then she said, "Do you remember sitting together and watching the storm a few nights before I left?"
Their bodies reflected everything given, everything taken, and she was rewarded with a sensation she never knew existed. It went on and on, tingling throughout her body and warming her before finally subsiding, and she struggled to catch her breath while she trembled beneath him. But the moment it was over, another one started to build again, and she started to feel them in long sequences, one right after the next. By the time the rain had stopped and the sun had set, her body was exhausted but unwilling to stop the pleasure between them.
With that, he slowly reached for her. He lifted her shirt and ran his finger slowly across her belly before raising her arms and slipping it off. She felt short of breath as he lowered his head and kissed between her breasts and slowly ran his tongue up to her neck. His hands gently caressed her back, her arms, her shoulders, and she felt their heated bodies press together, skin to skin. He kissed her neck and nibbled gently as she lifted her hips and allowed him to pull off her bottoms. She reached for the snap 搭扣on his jeans, undid it, and watched as he slipped them off as well. It was almost slow motion as their naked bodies finally came together, both of them trembling with the memory of what they had once shared together.
"When did you finally tell him about us?"
She thought for a second, saw the way he was looking at her, and felt the old instincts take over.
She slipped on his clothes before looking at herself in the mirror. The pants were big, but tucking in the shirt helped, and she rolled up the bottoms just a little so they wouldnt drag. The neck was torn a little and it nearly hung off one shoulder, but she liked the way it looked on her anyway. She pulled the sleeves up almost to the elbows, went to the bureau, and slipped on some socks, then went to the bathroom to find a hairbrush.
Thunder boomed loudly, and another downpour started. Allie could hear the roaring of the rain on the roof, could hear the snapping of logs as the flickering flames lit the room. She turned to the window and saw the gray sky flash lighter for just a second. Moments later, another boom of thunder. Close this time.
Could it be? She wondered. Could he be right? She had never completely discounted it, wanting to hold on to its promise in case it was true. The idea had helped her through many hard times. But sitting here now seemed to test the theory that they were destined to always be apart. Unless the stars had changed since they were last together.
A log snapped, sending sparks up the chimney, and both of them noticed the smoldering remains, almost burned through. The fire needed another log, but neither of them moved.
She realized then that something had changed since shed come here. And although she couldnt pinpoint the exact time - yesterday after dinner, or this afternoon in the canoe, or when they saw the swans, or maybe even now as they walked holding hands - she knew that she had fallen in love with Noah Taylor Calhoun again, and that maybe, just maybe, she had never stopped.
"I guess I was too afraid."
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe weve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them weve found each other. And maybe each time, weve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
"Let me get the fire going again," Noah said, needing to think, and she released him. He went to the fireplace, opened the screen, and added a couple of logs. He used the poker to adjust the burning wood, making sure the new wood could catch easily.
Lightning cut the sky outside. Fire danced on white-hot wood, spreading the heat. October rain sheeted itself against the windows, drowning out all other sounds.
He started toward the kitchen, and Allie watched him run his hand through his wet hair as he disappeared.
She spoke quietly: "Do you remember walking home after the festival? I asked you if you wanted to see me again. You just nodded your head and didnt say a word. It wasnt too convincing."
"Oh, Noah," she finally said softly, "its beautiful.
"The last letter I wrote was a couple of years ago. After I met Lon, I wrote to your daddy to find out where you were. But it had been so long since Id seen you, I wasnt even sure hed still be there. And with the war..."
"Why?" Noah was surprised.
"Of what?"
She shook her head, still feeling the roll of emotions within her, wondering if it showed on her face.
Allie, too, was wondering about him. She felt the warmth in his hands and wondered what it would be like to have them touch her body, feeling all of her, lingering slowly across her skin. Just thinking about it made her take a deep breath, and she felt her nipples begin to tingle and a new warmth between her legs.
When the thunder finally sounded, Noah sighed and turned from her, toward the windows. "I wish you could have read the letters I wrote you," he said.
"I dont know. They just always seemed romantic to me."
"Just to hear from you. To hear what youve been up to."
"Oh, Noah," she said, pulling him to her. She wanted him, needed him now more than ever, like nothing shed ever known.
Her voice was tender. "Theres never been another, Noah. You werent just the first. Youre the only man Ive ever been with. I dont expect you to say the same thing, but I wanted you to know."
"I think I can find something here for you so you can get out of those clothes. It might be a little big, but its warm."
Noah was silent as he turned away. She felt warmer as she watched the fire. Her hand ran over the muscles beneath his shirt, hard and firm as they leaned against each other. She remembered when theyd held each other like this for what theyd thought would be the last time. They were sitting on a sea wall designed to hold back the waters of the Neuse River. She was crying because they might never see each other again, and she wondered how she could ever be happy again. Instead of answering, he pressed a note into her hand, which she read on the way home. She had saved it, occasionally reading all of it or sometimes just a part. One part shed read at least a hundred times, and for some reason it ran through her head now. It said:
"I didnt want to get between the two of you."
"Do you have anything stronger, or is it too early to drink?"
"Noah, youve never asked, but I want you to know something."
She said it so sweetly, so innocently, that Noah wanted to kiss her when she finished.
She thanked him with a smile and went up the stairs, feeling his eyes on her as she walked. She entered the bedroom and closed the door, then set the pants and shirt on his bed and peeled everything off. Naked, she went to his closet and found a hanger, put her dress, bra, and panties on it, and then went to hang it in the bathroom so it wouldnt drip on the hardwood floor. She felt a secret thrill at being naked in the same room he slept in.
She was quiet for a moment, and Noah watched the fire flicker in her emerald eyes.
They reached the dock a couple of minutes later, and Noah moved in close enough for Allie to step out. He helped her up, then got out himself and dragged the canoe up the bank far enough not to drift away. Just in case, he tied it to the dock, knowing another minute in the rain wouldnt make any difference.
Noah was in the living room squatting before a fire, doing his best to coax it to life. He didnt see her come in, and she watched him as he worked. He had changed his clothes as well and looked good: his shoulders broad, wet hair hanging just over his collar, jeans tight.
The downpour was steady now, and Allie watched the rain fall diagonally from the sky, trying to defy gravity as it rode on westerly winds that whistled over the trees. The sky darkened a little more, and big heavy drops fell from the clouds. Hurricane drops.
"A couple of minutes."
"You might have been disappointed. My life isnt too exciting. Besides, Im not exactly what you remembered."
"Allie, you asked me earlier what I remembered most about the summer. What do you remember?"
They sat in the middle of a small lake fed by the waters of Brices Creek. It wasnt large, maybe a hundred yards across, and she was surprised at how invisible it had been just moments before.
"Of course."
I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times weve had before.
"After I got home."
"Its quite a storm," Noah said as he watched the drops flow in vertical streams on the windows. He and Allie were close now, though not touching, and Noah watched her chest rise slightly with every breath, imagining the feel of her body once again before fighting it back.
"I didnt hear you come in," he said, trying to sound casual.
"This reminds me of how we once were. When we were young."
Outside, the sky grew darker. Thunder again. Loud. The storm in full fury, winds whipping the rain in circles.
He thought about what shed said and felt her hand lingering on his, her thumb tracing slow circles.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Why?"
"Anything," she said.
"What do you mean?"
Noah nodded without speaking, and she smiled at his honesty.
She held up her hand to stop him. "I know, but I never asked. I assumed that you had left New Bern to start a new life, one without me. Why else wouldnt you write? Or call? Or come see me?"
"Ill be back in a second."
Noah paddled hard as dark clouds rolled directly overhead. Soon rain began to fall, a light sprinkle at first, then gradually harder. Lightning, a pause, then thunder again. A little louder now. Maybe six or seven miles away. More rain as Noah began to paddle even harder, his muscles tightening with every stroke. Thicker drops now. Falling... Falling with the wind... Falling hard and thick... Noah rowing ... racing the sky.., still getting wet.., cursing to himself.., losing to Mother Nature...
It was a while before she answered. Her voice seemed to come from somewhere else. "I remember making love. Thats what I remember most. You were my first, and it was more wonderful than I ever thought it would be."
"I know. You could never hide anything.Your eyes always gave you away. You had the most wonderful eyes Id ever seen." She paused then, lifted her head from his shoulder, and looked directly at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone."
The flame began to spread again, and Noah returned to her side. She snuggled up against him again, resting her head on his shoulder as she had before, not speaking, rubbing her hand lightly against his chest. Noah leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
"I know. You werent supposed to." She knew what he had been thinking and felt a tinge of amusement at how young he seemed.
"Were you as afraid as I was?"
"You did, though, in the end, despite your professed innocence," she said, smiling. "And Im glad youdid."
But he didnt. Instead he fought the urge and pushed it back, knowing it wasnt what she needed. Yet she felt so wonderful to him, touching him.
They sat in silence for a long while, watching the birds. Noah pointed out a group of chicks, recently hatched, following a pack of geese near the shore, struggling to keep up.
"Me too."
He hadnt known how she was feeling about it. Even though shed made the decision to come, he doubted that shed expected to be caught in a storm like this.
Noah took a drink of bourbon, remembering, bringing back the old feelings again, then suddenly shook his head. This was already hard enough.
She smiled, thinking the same thing, and they watched the fire and smoke, holding each other.
He ran his tongue along her neck while his hands moved over the smooth hot skin of her breasts, down her belly, past her navel, and up again. He was struck by her beauty. Her shimmering hair trapped the light and made it sparkle. Her skin was soft and beautiful, almost glowing in the firelight. He felt her hands on his back, beckoning him.
"That maybe it wasnt as real as I thought it was. That maybe you forgot me."
He almost stopped there, knowing that if he kept the words inside him, he could somehow keep control, the same control he had kept the past fourteen years. But something else had overtaken him now, and he gave in to it, hoping somehow, in some way, it would take them back to what theyd had so long ago.
"I like it," she said, taking a sip. "Ive always liked thunderstorms. Even as a young girl."
"They wont stay?"
"I know that now. I can see it when I look at you. But back then, it was different. There was so much I didnt understand, things that a young girls mind couldnt sort out."
She brushed her wet hair just enough to get out the snarls, letting it rest on her shoulders. Looking in the mirror, she wished she had brought a clasp or a couple of hairpins. And a little more mascara. But what could she do? Her eyes still had a little of what shed put on earlier, and she touched up with a washcloth, doing the best she could. When she was finished, she checked herself in the mirror, feeling pretty despite everything, and went back down the stairs.
"Youre sweet, Noah."
Noah looked away without answering, and she continued:
She took another sip of bourbon, feeling it warm her. She touched his hand as she answered. "Not really. Not in the things that I remember. Youre older, of course, with more life behind you, but youve still got the same gleam in your eye. You still read poetry and float on rivers. And youve still got a gentleness that not even the war could take away."
"Im not saying it because Im sweet. Im saying it because I love you now and I always have. More than you can imagine."
She was still amazed by what she had seen. "Noah, what are they doing here?"
"What is it?"
She didnt want to shower after being in the rain. She liked the soft feeling on her skin, and it reminded her of how people used to live long ago. Naturally. Like Noah.
"Have I changed much?"
"I thought so. You were always shy like that. Especially in the beginning. I remember you had asked if I had a boyfriend, and when I said I did, you barely talked to me anymore."
"Youre better than I remembered, Allie."
They gave in then to everything they had fought the last fourteen years. Allie lifted her head off his shoulder, looked at him with hazy eyes, and Noah kissed her softly on the lips. She brought her hand to his face and touched his cheek, brushing it softly with her fingers. He leaned in slowly and kissed her again, still soft and tender, and she kissed back, feeling the years of separation dissolve into passion. She closed her eyes and parted her lips as he ran his fingers up and down her arms, slowly, lightly. He kissed her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, and she felt the moisture of his mouth linger wherever his lips had touched. She took his hand and led it to her breasts, and a whimper rose in her throat as he gently touched them through the thin fabric of the shirt.
When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, weve been forced to say good-bye.
Even in his clothes she looked beautiful. After a moment he turned away shyly, going back to stacking the logs.
"I used to think about it all the time after I went home. I always thought about how you looked that night. It was the way I always remembered you."
She took a quilt from the sofa and sat on the rug in front of the fire. Crossing her legs, she adjusted the quilt until she was comfortable and watched the dancing flames. Noah came back, saw what she had done, and went to sit beside her. He put down two glasses and poured some bourbon into each of them.
The air was filled with honking and chirping as Noah moved the canoe through the water. The birds ignored them for the most part. The only ones who seemed bothered were those forced to move when the canoe approached them. Allie reached out to touch the closest ones and felt their feathers ruffling under her fingers.
Allie enjoyed the rain and leaned her head back for a moment to let it hit her face. She knew the front of her dress would soak through in a couple of minutes, but she didnt care. She did wonder, though, if he noticed, then thought he probably did. She ran her hands through her hair, feeling its wetness. It felt wonderful, she felt wonderful, everything felt wonderful. Even through the rain, she could hear him breathing hard and the sound aroused her sexually in a way she hadnt felt in years.
Noah slipped off his boots, then ran up the stairs, descending a minute later. He had a pair of cotton pants and a long-sleeved shirt under one arm and some jeans with a blue shirt in the other.
Small talk, anything to keep his mind clear. But damn, the way she looked...
"Here," he said, handing her the cotton pants and shirt. "You can change in the bedroom upstairs. Theres a bathroom and towel up there too if you want to shower."
Once, when he was looking at her in the moments before daybreak, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled and reached up to touch his face. He put his fingers to her lips, gently, to keep her from speaking, and for a long time they just looked at one another.
She trailed off, and they were quiet for a moment, both of them lost in thought.
It was spectacular. Tundra swan and Canada geese literally surrounded them. Thousands of them. Birds floating so close together in some places that she couldnt see the water. From a distance, the groups of swans looked almost like icebergs.
They stayed until thunder boomed in the distance - faint but powerful - and both of them knew it was time to leave.
"Id never met anyone like you before. I couldnt help it. I didnt know what to say."
Noah led them back to the current of the creek, paddling stronger than he had earlier.
The world seemed dreamlike as she pulled back from him, the firelight setting her face aglow. Without speaking, she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He watched her as she did it and listened to her soft breaths as she made her way downward.
With each button he could feel her fingers brushing against his skin, and she smiled softly at him when she finally finished. He felt her slide her hands inside, touching him as lightly as possible, letting her hands explore his body. He was hot and she ran her hand over his slightly wet chest, feeling his hair between her fingers. Leaning in, she kissed his neck gently as she pulled the shirt over his shoulders, locking his arms behind his back. She lifted her head and allowed him to kiss her as he rolled his shoulders, freeing himself from the sleeves.
She didnt speak for a long while.
He did this until she couldnt take it anymore, and when they finally joined as one, she cried aloud and pressed her fingers hard into his back. She buried her face in his neck and felt him deep inside her, felt his strength and gentleness, felt his muscle and his soul. She moved rhythmically against him, allowing him to take her wherever he wanted, to the place she was meant to be.
When the lump in his throat subsided, he whispered to her, "You are the answer to every prayer Ive offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I dont know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have. I love you, Allie, more than you can ever imagine. I always have, and I always will."
Noah brushed his hands on his pants, then pointed to the kitchen. "Can I get you some tea? I started the water while you were upstairs."
Allie took another sip of bourbon and began to feel its effects. But it wasnt just the alcohol that made her hold Noah a little tighter and feel his warmth against her. Glancing out the window, she saw the clouds were almost black.
Noah brought out the bag of bread hed brought earlier and handed it to Allie. She scattered the bread, favoring the little ones, laughing and smiling as they swam in circles, looking for food.
"Fin and Sarah always knew where I was - "
Lightning lit the sky again before Noah finally broke the silence.
There was no uneasiness between them as they reached the door and both of them went inside, pausing in the foyer, clothes dripping. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"
"Not at all. I was in love with you."