Saturday Centus: After the Storm

I have decided to join Jenny Matlock and participate in Saturday Centus for this week. This week she has thrown us a curve. We are allowed to write up to 200 words, not including the prompt, in Harlequin Romance fashion. Well, being only minimally acquainted with this type of writing style, I decided to bite the bullet and give it a try myself. I left the prompt in bold. Without further ado, I present to you:

After the Storm

It was late. The abrupt thundershower had left glistening, moonlit puddles along my running path. It was eerily silent and the only sounds I heard were the thump, thump, thump of my Adidas upon the wet country road.

Deep in my thoughts of him, I rounded the bend and reversed my path to head home. When I turned around I was startled to meet a green-eyed gaze. It was him. The man of my dreams. The man whose face, whose touch, whose kiss I would never, couldn’t ever, forget.

“How did you find me?” I asked, still in shock. Reaching out to grasp my now trembling hands he drew me close. He smelled of musk and prairie grass.  My tears began to fall, mingling with the drops tumbling from the rain soaked cottonwood branches above.

“Why did you leave?” he inquired back. Why, indeed. I have asked myself this same question many, many times. His passion, so intense, so pure, and so raw, scared me. It was difficult for me to believe I deserved such happiness, such pleasure… And so, as usual, I ran.

I looked up into his emerald eyes; eyes upon a face that was smiling with tenderness and love. My trepidation gave in to desire. The tempest began anew.