(short story)

I chased her across this big labyrinthine apartment, with high ceilings, grabing her hands in her back, wraping it in mine, smoothly sliding up to encompass her apparent shoulders, murmuring poems close to her ears, telling her my blazing excitment to reach under that sexy top without sleeves and cuddle onto her peachy skin;

Proud, with a defying spark in her glances, she lifted and turned her head away each time i tried to kiss her livid lips, shaking my grip and starting running again along the rooms, teasing me to catch her again, pleasantly smiling, falling in my arms suddenly then escaping, again, she was playing with my sentiments, she knew i was deeply lost in her trail, and i will follow her to my last breath;

All this time i was aware of a male presence, the shadow of a young man, strangely tracking us, always watching from a safe spot, a grin tearing up his face, he seemed like someone i knew, maliciously participating in our game, disturbing the intimacy, i felt i couldn't force him to leave, he apparently wasn't feeling misplaced to pry into the fantasies in action, to stare at us flirting, between the indecency of my efforts and the faked indifference of that girl;

It lasted some times, me running behind, and showing my affection through versatile caresses, and her gently pushing me aside, challenging me to come back, letting me lay my hand on her hip and my mouth on her neck, i let some more distance, pausing the game, tasting the peaceful feeling of my love, relaxing my dizzy body, i lost sight of her, with satisfaction on my face i walked the immense rooms, about to start the chase back, and soar to that addictive state, touching her fingers, her hands, her arms, her shoulders, her belly, her tighs, kissing her back, her navel, her neck, her lips, resting on her breasts, rubbing on her entire body, flesh and bones, and whispering the kind words her being makes me invent feverishly;

I walked but the rooms are empty, she's gone, she disapeared, i'm left here without any clue how to find her, nothing inside, and out by the tall windows is only a bright, blinding light.