He is not an avid adrenaline junkie like one of his close friends. Thankfully, we are right on par with one another. He does like running those marathons though. I am the one waiting for him at the finish line. I still love swimming in any body of water that I possibly can. He's the one fretting over me until I'm in his towel bearing arms again. We are currently vacationing in Kauai with my dad and step-mom. The four of us are in an open helicopter. My dad and I are practically hanging out the edge snapping picture after picture. My man is having minor panic attacks while asking my step-mom why my dad and I are so foolish. She just laughs and emphasizes with him. He is terrified and I never want to come down. Later that night I find him planted in the sand with a lightweight blanket draped around him. I sit behind him and pull him to me. He is slightly angry with me for having no regard for my safety.
"What in the world would I do without you?" He whispers. I wrap my arms around his slender waist and kiss his neck. I tell him that I do not know. And I apologize for causing him to worry about things like that. The passionate kiss I receive in return lets me know that all is forgiven. This passion, this mind blowing passion we have. It is the adrenaline that we agree on.
** This tidbit is my own musings. My inspiration is my love for, love. **
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