Page 55 of Ghost

She glanced at me and lifted her glasses. “Women can’t give one answer to a question like that. It’s impossible.”

“Fine. I’ll give another, then.”

With her glasses held against her forehead, she fixed her eyes on mine. “Okay.”

I thought about it for a moment. Explaining what I felt in Abby’s presence was impossible. When I was with her an inner sense of balance enveloped me, leaving me feeling as if I was acting in harmony with her. It was as if we were one being.

Explaining that and not seeming like a complete idiot would be impossible. I opted to keep it simple. “I like how you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?” she asked. “Explain it to me.”

I should have seen it coming. Beating around the bush with Abby didn’t work well. After another moment’s thought, I sighed. “I can’t.”

“Well, that’s dumb.”

I didn’t like that I couldn’t explain to her how she made me feel. I shifted my eyes to the setting sun, and then back to her. “Stand up.”

“Huh?”

I stood. “Stand up.”

She did as I asked. I draped my arms over her shoulders, looked her in the eyes, and then kissed her.

The kiss was long, passionate, and included me gripping her little ass firmly in my hands. When our lips parted, her sunglasses fell from her forehead down onto the bridge of her nose.

“How did that feel?” I asked.

She lifted her glasses. “Awesome.”

“Okay,” I said. “You make me feel awesome.”

She lowered her glasses. “I’ll accept that. Awesome is as good as it gets. You make me feel awesome, too.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned onto the handrail and faced the ocean. “There it goes.”

I draped my arms over her shoulders. “We almost missed it.”

“There will always be another tomorrow,” she said.

There were no assurances that tomorrow would ever come, but I didn’t argue with her. I simply enjoyed the sunset while I held her in my arms. As a myriad of colors merged into the sea, I dreamed of a life filled with as many tomorrows as a man could imagine.

He simply picked them off a tomorrow tree, like apples. Each piece of fruit was one more tomorrow. Beyond each tree was another, just like it, as far as the eye could see. A land where my relationship with Abby lasted as long as there was fruit to pick from the trees.

And the trees went on forever.