The baking had taken longer than he has expected it to. He knew that he would be late for their meeting. He could have either postponed their meeting and carried on with his baking, or he could have postponed his baking and gone and met him. But he wanted to do both, after all he was doing one for the other. So he continued to bake.
As soon as it was baked, he left it too cool on the rack and hurried to get ready for their meeting. Once it had cooled down, he boxed it, got on to his bike and off he went. All along the ride he wondered if his effort would be appreciated, would be liked. He was excited, not because of their meeting but what he was getting to their meeting, something that was made specifically, not for the occasion, but for someone specific.
So he rode down as fast as he could, as fast as the speed limit permitted him, as fast as his two-wheeler took him. He didn’t want to upset the content of the box, so he made sure he rode carefully. Although cautious he felt excited and could feel the butterflies fluttering in his system. He had this strange nervous excitement in him.
As he reached his destination he could make out his silhouette in the moonlight. Seeing him, he ran towards him and gave him a tight hug, hoping that the warmth he felt, on seeing him, could be transferred to him. So he embraced him tightly, never wanting to let go, never bothered of what would the world say.
Slowly he wriggled out of the embrace and took him by the hand and led him back to his two-wheeler. This wasn’t where they were supposed to be, their rendezvous point, but since he was going to be late (like really late) he decided it would be best to pick him up from somewhere near his place and head to where they were to meet.
So they got on to the bike and rode to their destination. As he rode he could feel a cool breeze on his face but at the same time he could feel the warmth of his breath at the back of his neck. As they drove he could feel the warmth of his embrace as he held on to him tightly. He could feel his head on his back as they slowly made their way to their destination.
He didn’t want the moment to end. He wanted to stay there and live in the moment forever, never wanting to come out of it. But he could hear the ocean calling, the sound of the waves running towards the shore. He knew their destination was near. Reaching, he stopped at the designated parking lot and parked his two-wheeler there. He took him by the hand and lead him to the beach.
Reaching the there they kicked off their shoes, because he wanted to feel the coolness of the sand between their feet, and also they didn’t want to get sand in their shoes. They walked for a while, strolling hand in hand down the beach in the moonlight.
At last they came to a familiar spot, one they had been to many times before. He sat down on the sand and with it pulling him down towards him. He removed the content of the box and stared at it. Be then took a small bite of it, slowly trying to savour it, take in the taste of the chocolate that had thankfully not melted.
He stared at his face trying to gauge his reaction. He took another bite and then slowly closed his eyes, as if to let the taste sink in. He just looked at him admiring the way he relished the chocolate ganache tart which he has specifically baked for him.
When the content of the box was completed, he leaned over and gently kissed him on his cheek, and put his had hands around his arms. He in turn put his hands across his shoulders, pulled him closer, as he rested his head on it. They sat there under the starry skies, with just the moonlight to illuminate the night, staring at the inky black ocean, letting their bodies and their love to keep each other warm. They let the waves play a symphony, serenading them, as they made the most of their rendezvous under the bright moonlight.
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