Alina

 

Outside of the prison complex, I pace back and forth, my shoes crunching against the gravel. Overhead, the sky is a slate gray, the clouds a thick blanket over the sky. Winter seems to be coming early to Pennsylvania this year. Being back here reminds me with painful clarity of my time working for Michal's family, and part of me worries that Iwan has somehow broken out of jail and is lurking in the forest that surrounds the prison, just waiting for Michal to arrive so he can exact his revenge on us both.

 

I start at the gate leading onto the prison grounds, waiting for Michal to arrive. Checking my watch, I see that it's thirty minutes past when he was supposed to be released. Fear begins to simmer in my stomach; I wonder if there's been some kind of mistake, or if he isn't actually to be released today—or ever. Pacing back and forth, I cast side glances to the men in the booths, hoping that they can give me some sort of indication on Michal’s status—anything that could put my fears to rest. But they're still and silent, their mirrored sunglasses hiding any expression.

 

Then, a buzzer cuts through the still autumn air, followed by a heavy clanking of a gate lock being unlatched. A door beyond the prison walls is open, and I see a figure step into the light.

 

It's him. I can tell right away that it's him.

 

He steps out of the light, and my heart begins to sing as soon as I realize that it's really Michal. Two guards are at his side, and he walks towards me at a brisk pace, a bag slung over his shoulder. He approaches the fence separating us, and I run to him, my hands on the crisscross of iron between us. I stare deep into his eyes, our skin touching for the first time in years.

 

Another buzzer sounds and the gate grinds open. We both rush to the opening, Michal stepping off of the prison grounds and into my arms. His bag drops to the ground and we kiss like we've never kissed before. I take in his touch, his smell, and the feeling of his hands on my body. Tears form in my eyes as we kiss, and I feel as though I'm in the middle of a dream that I'm going to awaken from at any moment.

 

"I've missed you," I say, my voice weak.

 

"I've missed you, too."

 

We kiss again briefly, and he pushes me away.

 

"As much as I want to do nothing but kiss you, right now I want to put as much distance between me and this goddamn place as possible."

 

I smile, nodding my head as tears dart down my face. We rush to the car and he gets in, shutting the door behind him quickly, as though they might decide to put him back in at any moment.

 

"Let's go," he says.

 

Soon, we're on the long, winding road leading away from the prison. I don't say anything at first; I'm unsure of how to speak to a man who's just spent two years of his life in a cell. But soon, he breaks the silence, asking me about my life in California. I speak hesitantly at first, but once I realize that he's still the same Michal who I've known—the man I've missed, the man that I've written letters to, and the man I’ve sent pictures to every week for the last two years—I become comfortable. Soon, we're talking as though it had only been a few hours since we'd last seen each other. He asks me about the house where I've been living, the restaurant where I've been working, and my classes. I tell him everything and the conversation lasts the entire drive back to the hotel.

 

I think to ask him about what he's been through, but I realize quickly that his questions are likely just as much about forgetting what he's been through as they are about knowing how I've been.

 

We arrive soon at the hotel, and Michal looks up at the towering, downtown building with a boyish look of excitement in his eyes.

 

"You said to get the nicest hotel in the city," I say with a smile.

 

"You did well," he say.

 

We check in and enter the room, which is a stunning suite that looks out over the city, the décor of the space an old-fashioned, luxurious-style of gilding and antiques.

 

"I wanted the place most unlike a prison you could find," said Michal, walking into the room and looking around. "You did well."

 

I smile, pleased at his happiness. Then, without another word, he runs to the bathroom.

 

"Shower, now," he says.

 

I'm more than happy to oblige. I pull my shirt over my head as I walk to the bathroom, and before I can even make it there, Michal is all over me. He covers me in kisses, putting his lips on every inch of exposed skin. We pull each other's clothes off as we slowly make our way to the shower, the hot water filling the air with thick steam. His cock is as hard as I've ever seen it, and as soon as we're in the tub, he's on top of me, turning my body and pressing me against the glass of the shower. I brace as he enters me, his long prick sliding up, deep into my body.

 

As soon as he's buried himself into me, he holds still for a moment, as if savoring the feeling of being sheathed to the hilt inside of a woman.

 

"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for this," he says over the hiss over the shower.

 

I say nothing, instead looking at him over my shoulder with a sensual smile that sends the clear message that the feeling is more than mutual. Seconds later, he's bucking into me hard, the orgasm that I've been waiting years for on the verge of arriving after only seconds of him being inside of me. I grab onto the side of the shower for dear life as he holds onto my hips, and I don't even bother to hold back the screams of pleasure that his cock is forcing out of me.

 

Soon, I cum, my knees shaking and my legs barely able to support me. My face tightens as the orgasm explodes through my body. Michal comes immediately after, unloading himself into me. After we're done, we simply stand there for a moment, letting the hot water rush over our bodies as he stays inside of me. Then, he pulls out, and we begin the slow process of cleaning and washing one another, taking care to pay special attention to each bit of the other's body.

 

I spend a long while reacquainting myself with Michal in this way, washing him, caressing him, and covering his hard form with kisses. I notice that his physique, though already about as perfect as I could imagine, is even more toned and beefy than I remember; I chalk this up to time passed in the prison weight room.

 

Soon, we're done, and after another session of love-making, we're lying on the bed, looking into each other's eyes. We say nothing for a time, instead simply enjoying one another's company and the feeling of our bodies being so close to one another after being apart for so long.

 

When Michal finally breaks the silence, however, it's with the sweetest words I can imagine him saying.

 

"Let's get married."

 

Tears pour from my eyes as soon as he finishes speaking the words. All I can do is nod and say, "yes, yes" over and over.

 

"I'm sure there's a courthouse nearby," he says. "We're starting a life together; let's do it the right way."

 

I can barely contain my excitement. We throw on our clothes and drive to the nearest jeweler. Michal tells me to pick whatever I want, but I don't need much. I settle on a modest, but beautiful stone and have it on my finger as soon as we leave the shop. A pair of wedding rings in his pocket, we drive to the courthouse, and an hour later, we're man and wife.

 

We spend the rest of the evening on the town, getting drinks, having a five-star meal, and coming back to the hotel to …continue making up for lost time.

 

"I've got an idea," says Michal, looking at his laptop the next morning.

 

Craning my head, I see that he's looking at convertibles. My stomach leaps when I consider what he has in mind.

 

"So," he says, pulling me close. “We're starting a new life together."

 

"Yes, we are," I say, joy filling my heart.

 

"Then I think a road trip is in order," he says. "Let's have you get to know this new country of yours the right way."

 

"Sounds perfect."

 

Hours later, we're checked out of the hotel and behind the wheel of a brand new, cherry-red Porsche convertible. Our honeymoon takes months. We drive across the country, stopping wherever we feel. We spend a week in Chicago, then drive down to New Orleans for a time, then through the Midwest. Michal takes me to a small town in the Rocky Mountains, where we rent a cabin for a week and hide out from the world. Then, we drive through the southwest, where I see the Grand Canyon in person, and make our way up through California, taking the long drive along the state's incredible coast.

 

We arrive at the home in San Luis Obispo that I've rented, and Michal decides right away that it's not enough for a woman like me. After a little shopping around, we decide on a large, beautiful home right on the beach. I couldn't be happier. We spend the next few months decorating the place, making the home ours. When we're settled in, I enroll back in school to finish my degree, and Michal takes time adjusting to his new life, enjoying the ease and peace of mind of not being a career criminal.

 

And that's how our story ends. We've chosen to take our life together one day at a time, not letting a single day slip past without appreciating the life that he and I have built together. Now, we've been dropping hints to one another about starting a family, and I'm sure it's only a matter of time until our family grows.

 

I never would've guessed when I set foot in this country that this would be the journey that lay in store, but I don't regret a single moment. No one can say what lies ahead for Michal and me, but I know deep in my heart that, together, we can do anything.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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