The wait

It was a bright sunny day, and he was breaking out in sweat as he scanned the expanse in front of him. He tried to stay cool in the shade, but to no avail as the lack of trees in the empty construction lot made the place seem hotter in the afternoon sun.
Once again he mistook the passing car as the one he was looking for. Quite a bit of blue sedans these days, he thought. He got out of his borrowed car, a real banger that rattled and bounced on a straight road. In this neighborhood, a Kompressor would be extremely out of place, and to be recognized was the last thing on his mind.
He saw yet another blue sedan come by, but.. was it? He felt his heartbeat start to race. The car turned off the main road and entered the driveway slowly and towards him. It stopped a short distance from him and a familiar figure half alighted from the car. She saw him and stood there, holding the car door, standing on one leg with the other still inside. She flashed that smile he so loved to look at, and motioned with her head to get in.
He hurried to the car, after a cursory look around, dived into the passenger side seat. He slouched in his seat, hoping that no one can see him, as she pulled the car out of the drive way into the road.
She drove through the country road, occasionally peering at him through her sunglasses. It had been such a long time since they sneaked out like this, and the whole idea was rather thrilling, yet frightening. They drove off the country road, into the city street. She turned into a deserted part of town, found a cool spot and parked.
She turned to him and took off her sunglasses. He looked at her, admiring her face as she spoke. In breathless whispers, they conversed, trying hard to keep their voices down, yet unable to contain the excitement of being together. He held her hand and stroked it with his thumb, feeling the soft silky skin on his. He stroked her cheeks, and pushed away the sliver of hair from her face. He admired her baby smooth face, lightly made up. She hesitated for a moment when he leaned forward, then she closed her eyes and let him kiss her with long, loving kisses, caressing her lower lips with his. She let him pull her closer, his hand stroking the back of her neck, moving down her spine in long, broad strokes. She pressed her lips even harder on his, fighting the longing that she had for so long a time kept in check. She dug her fingers into his shoulders with every stroke of his hand on her spine, wanting more and more. And she ran her fingers through his hair, and stroked the sides of his face. She wanted more and more of him, yet at the same time she knew she should not. And she fought the mounting contradictions with every kiss, with every touch and ..
She pushed him away. He looked at her, surprised. She put her hand on his lips as he tried to speak. "please,... don't".." she said. He held her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers.
"what's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm sorry," she said, turning away. "I can't".
He listened in dismay as she told him how much she wanted to be with him, yet, at the back of her mind were painful memories of her recent past. He knew it was still too soon, the hurt still raw, yet as much as he did not want to admit, he wanted her. He could no longer stand just being with her. He wanted her warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh. He wanted her in his arms and he wanted her eyes to be the first one for his to see. But she was not ready.
She fired up the engine and drove back in silence.
She let him out of the car, turned the wheel and drove off without looking back.
And he stood there, in the evening heat, watching the scattered dust settle.
He got in the car and begun the long journey home, feeling it longer than before, alone and feeling lonelier than before as the evening air carried the whiffs of her perfume on his skin and his ears the sounds of her love.