Our Heaven

 "What is love?" she said one day. We were lying on a hotel bed, listening to the sound of the waves. The sun peeked in from outside, creating a beautiful orange ray on the blanket.

"I don't know," I said, looking at the ceiling above us. It was made of wood, brown and sparkling. I once used the same paint to fix my mother's old table, but she didn't like how it sparkled. "Maybe it's like a mother's love, you know, unconditional."

She smirked. "But my mother never loved me. She left me and my father since I was five years old, so I can't relate to maternal love." 

Something heavy suddenly burst inside my chest, the same sensation that always comes when she talks about her mother. Her tone will change to a sad voice, like a lost wolf howling, looking for its pack.

I suddenly regretted talking about mothers, but the ceiling made me miss my own mother.

"You must hate it when I talk about my mother, mustn't you?" She tilted her body, her eyes looking into mine, reading my heart.

"Well, I just don't like your emotional state."

She frowned.

"You become clingy and sensitive every time you talk about your mother. I don't like it."

She laughed; the sound of the waves and her laugh created a beautiful sensation in my ears. I touched her cheek. "I am sorry. I'm the one who brought up mothers in this conversation."

She laughed again, louder. "You know what? That's why I love you. You know you make a mistake and brace yourself to say sorry. I think it is because your mother raised you well. I like her too. Your mother is like my second mom, you know?"

She smiled, looking at me with her hazel eyes. I grabbed her face and buried my lips into her neck, drowning in her face, her body, her moaning, her kiss. The sound of the waves danced with her voice, calling my name.

"Thank you for today," she said, kissing my forehead. She woke up and went near the window, looking at the beach. "I like this resort so much. It's isolated and peaceful. This is my heaven. Our heaven."

Her voice sounded sad.

I went to her, gave her a tight hug, feeling her naked breast on my arm. We stood like that for several minutes when her phone rang. I let her go to pick up the phone.

"Your brother," she whispered.

I can feel my heart shattered.

"Hi honey? I am with your sister. Yes, we will come back home after some shopping," she said while keeping her eyes on me.