Page 17 of Jamaican Me Crazy Mon (The Vagabond #10)
Surprise Visit
A s I step off the plane in Miami, a surge of excitement courses through my veins.
I can hardly contain the smile that spreads across my face, knowing that I am about to surprise Keisha with a visit.
Four months have passed since we last held each other in our arms, and the longing to be with her has only intensified with time.
I hail a taxi and give the driver the address to Keisha’s apartment.
As we navigate through the streets of Miami, memories of our time together flood my mind.
The vibrant cityscape seems to mirror the energy and vibrancy that Keisha embodies.
I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me as we draw closer to our reunion.
When we arrive at her apartment building, I pay the driver and step out onto the bustling sidewalk.
Taking a deep breath, I make my way towards the entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.
I reach for the small box in my pocket, the surprise I have been planning for weeks, and take a moment to compose myself before pressing the buzzer.
A familiar voice crackles through the intercom, filled with curiosity and surprise. “Hello?” Keisha’s voice rings out, and I can sense a hint of excitement tinged with confusion. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Llanzo,” I reply, unable to contain the excitement in my voice. “Open the door, love.”
Seconds later, the door swings open, revealing Keisha standing there, her eyes widening in disbelief. She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth as she takes in the sight of me standing before her. The look of surprise and joy on her face is worth every moment of planning and anticipation.
“Llanzo!” she exclaims, her voice filled with elation. “What are you doing here?”
I step forward, closing the gap between us, and pull her into a tight embrace.
The familiar scent of her hair fills my senses, and I can feel her heart beating against mine.
“I couldn’t stay away any longer,” I whisper, my voice filled with sincerity.
“I missed you, Keisha. I needed to be here with you.”
Tears glisten in her eyes as she pulls away slightly, her hands cupping my face. “I can’t believe you’re here,” she says, her voice filled with a mixture of happiness and disbelief. “I missed you too.
We stand there, locked in each other’s gaze, the world around us fading into the background. In that moment, nothing else matters but the love and connection we share. We spend hours catching up, sharing stories of our time apart, and relishing in the simple joy of being together again.
As the evening unfolds, we find ourselves entwined on Keisha’s couch, our fingers intertwined as we delve into the depths of our emotions.
The air is charged with a palpable desire, our bodies drawn to each other in a magnetic pull.
It is a moment of pure intimacy, where words become unnecessary, and our bodies speak a language only we understand.
I lean in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle caress.
It is a tender kiss, filled with the longing and passion that has built up over the months of separation.
Our lips move in sync, dancing to a rhythm that only we can hear.
It is a kiss that ignites a fire within us, a flame that burns with intensity.
As our kisses deepen, the room fills with a symphony of sighs and whispers, each touch and caress fueling our desire.
Our hands explore familiar territory, tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with a newfound hunger.
Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the moment, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations that consume us.
The hours blend into one another as our bodies entwine in a passionate dance. We explore every inch of each other, our hands mapping the landscape of desire, and our whispers of longing filling the air. The room becomes a sanctuary of pleasure, our connection deepening with each intimate touch.
As the night gives way to dawn, we find ourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our love.
The world outside ceases to exist as we lie there, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in synchrony.
It is in these quiet moments that I realize the depth of my feelings for Keisha.
She has become the anchor that grounds me, the light that illuminates my path.
Days turn into nights, and we continue to explore the depths of our connection. We take long walks along the Miami shoreline, hand in hand, sharing dreams and aspirations. We laugh, we play, we simply revel in each other’s presence, savoring every precious moment.
As the weekend draws to a close, the reality of our separation looms on the horizon.
We sit together, our bodies still entwined, as we discuss the future and the challenges that lie ahead.
We acknowledge the distance that separates us and the obstacles we may face, but we are determined to overcome them.
“I don’t want to let you go,” I confess, my voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “These days with you have been nothing short of magical, Keisha. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Keisha’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as she nods, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I feel the same way, Llanzo,” she murmurs softly. “Being with you has been a revelation. I want to give us a chance, to see where this connection takes us.”
We make a pact to defy the odds, to bridge the distance between us with love and commitment. We promise to communicate regularly, to make time for each other despite the challenges of our respective lives. It is a promise forged in the fires of passion and fueled by the depth of our emotions.
As the sun sets on the fourth day, I reluctantly prepare to leave. Keisha walks me to the door, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and hope. We stand there, holding each other tightly, as if trying to capture this moment in time.
“I’ll miss you, Llanzo,” she whispers, her voice filled with an undercurrent of longing.
“I’ll miss you too, Keisha,” I reply, my voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. “But I promise you, this is not the end. It is just the beginning of our journey together.”
With one final kiss, filled with a bittersweet mixture of love and longing, I step out into the Miami night, my heart heavy with the ache of separation.
But as I make my way back to Jamaica, a newfound sense of hope and determination fills my soul.
Our love will endure, transcending time and distance, for it is a love worth fighting for.
And so, as I gaze out of the airplane window, watching the lights of Miami fade into the distance, I carry with me the memory of our time together, the warmth of our embrace, and the unwavering belief that love knows no boundaries.