That kiss.

That kiss has left a beautiful memory on my lonesome lips.

Yet as beautiful as that memory is, it has also left behind a trace of bitter confusion.

What did that kiss mean?

Does Rex still want me?

Could Rex still be in love with me?

I stare back at my reflection with a daydreamy smile tattooed on my pleasant face. Today, I am rather liking what I see. My long dark hair seems to have a natural glossy sheen to it. My hazel eyes look positively brighter; more alive, and my cheeks adorn a lovely healthy glow. I turn one way, then the other; thinking about whether to buy this pretty floral tea dress or not. It does look nice, I guess. I absolutely loathe clothes shopping, but Faith thought it would be the best way to de-Rex myself. I've not yet told her about what happened, because I kind of just wanted to keep the sweet memory of it all to myself for just a little while longer.

"How's it looking, Angel?" Faith shouts from the changing room beside me.

"It's nice." I tell her, smoothing the dress down over my hips.

"Let me see, then?" She asks.

Pulling back the trendy curtain, I peep outside. Faith is also peeping from out of her cubicle; with a dress only half on.

"Does it look okay?" I ask, feeling my frown grow deeper as I glance down at myself.

"You look lovely, and those teal and beige flowers really suit your skin tone." Ever the beauty therapist, I smile at Faith's reply.

"How about you?" My eyes dart to the half on dress that Faith has winched up just over her midriff.

She screws her face up, shaking her head. "I think I might need a twelve, there's no bloody give in this." She tugs on the scrunched up dress so tightly wrapped around her. "I can't even get my arms and tits into it!"

I laugh, helping my dear sister from out of the too tight dress. She's absolutely right, there's no give at all in the cute little wiggle dress. The zip needs to be much longer in order to be able to put it on in a far more graceful way. This is why I hate clothes shopping so much. I'm a toned size twelve, and Faith is a slender size ten; yet even we can still end up feeling obese in a changing room. The unflattering lighting and the reminder of the size zero pop stars that sing to you from the shops loud speakers; are hardly conducive to a nice clothes shopping experience. I think the only reason why I'm liking this tea dress today is because of Rex and not the dress itself.

Back in our own changing rooms again, Faith shouts out to me. "Shall we go and check out some antique shops?"

My heart lightens, glad to hear that we're not going to any more clothes shops. "That would be lovely." I tell her, smiling to myself. As sisters go, we are incredibly close. I don't know whether it's because of what happened to our parents, but our bond has always been a strong one. We are different in some ways, yet similar in many more. Personality wise, Faith is definitely the more outgoing one. She'll be the first on the dance floor and the last at the bar. She's vivacious, energetic and can be opinionated. I'm a little more reserved. I'm not shy, I just need to adjust to people and my surroundings before I can fully relax, and I'm certainly not as outspoken as Faith is. She also cares a lot more about clothes and beauty, whereas I don't. I'm happier going to those nice little clothing boutiques, where you can pick up a gorgeous little one-off. I like a little make-up, but I don't plaster it on. Less is more, that's what suits me. Just a sweep of loose powder, some rose blush to the apples of my high cheeks, and a little brown mascara. On a night out, I'll totally live life on the edge, and wear a little eyeshadow with some black kohl liner. I'd say the only beauty product that I couldn't live without: is Vaseline.

My lips are always being smeared with that stuff, and although Faith loves the matte lips look, she's also a fellow Vaseline lover.

"You look different today?" Faith is suspiciously eyeing me up, grinning. "When I spoke to you the other night, you had me worried. Today you're..." She pauses, her grin gets wider. "Today, you're happy."

Putting my cropped jacket on, I throw her an equally as wide grin. "Something happened yesterday." I say, unable to stop my ridiculous grin from getting bigger.

"What happened?" Faith quickly puts on her coat, grabbing her bag.

Holding out my hand to her, she takes it with a broad smile as we happily walk out of the changing rooms. "Rex came to see me yesterday."

Faith stops dead, her mouth wide open even though her eyes are smiling. "Did he? Oh my God!" She grins with pleasant disbelief, holding tighter onto my hand. "I want all the details." She strides beside me, with a definite spring to her step.

I coyly smirk, so desperate to tell her literally everything that had happened. "Well, he just showed up out of the blue. I won't lie, it was tense and awkward at first. He was angry and confused because I'd text him. Things did get a little heated at times but underneath it all, he was hurting." A sadness washes over me, remembering the hurt in Rex's eyes.

"Is he married, kids?" Faith eagerly asks, keen for me to answer.

"Apparently he was briefly married, and now divorced with no kids."

My sister nods, almost as pleased as I was to hear that. "No baggage, that's good." She nods to herself, smiling.

I interrupt Faith. "There's an awful lot of emotional baggage." I admit, not only to her but also to myself. "I really hurt him by ending things between us, I don't know whether he'll ever forgive me for that."

Faith stops walking, then turns to me with a sisterly warmth within her hazel eyes. "I know you've never wanted to talk about what happened between you and Rex, but I know that he wasn't the reason for you leaving him. Someone or something else was responsible for you walking away from the love of your life. As your sister, I'll always respect and support that decision. And as your sister, I'll tell you this...you don't get a second chance at second chances." Her eyes look deeply into mine, ensuring that I truly understand.

My heart floods with sisterly love. This is what cements mine and Faith's beautiful bond. This is where we are so very alike, deep and compassionate. We both deeply care about things and people. We are tender-hearted souls who try to understand the thoughts and actions of others. Overwhelmed with Faith's caring reply, I grip tighter onto her hand with tears welling on my lower lashes. "He said some hurtful things but then came back and kissed me."

Faith's eyes sweetly widen. "He kissed you?"

I slowly nod, my tears soon lost to a whimsical smile. "Yes."

"Then what happened?"

I shrug, my haunted smile not going anywhere. "He left."

"He left?" Faith asks with an uncertain tone and an even more uncertain frown.

I nod again, her uncertainty quickly becoming infectious. "I don't know what to do now. Do I leave it or do I contact him?"

Faith looks at me intently, adopting an assertive posture. "What were his last words to you?"

My thoughts scramble back to the incredible moment just before he had fiercely kissed me. A small smile pulls on my mouth as I fondly remember his words. "I don't want to want you, but I do." I dreamily repeat what he told me, numbly allowing myself to be swept along with the memory of the consuming kiss that soon followed.

"Well there you bloody go! He wants you all right." Faith's enthusiastic declaration drags me away from Rex and his angry kiss.

"So you think I should contact him?" I ask, needing to hear an honest answer.

Faith wraps her arm around me, resting her head on my shoulder. "Let the dust settle, then call him in a few days."

I grimace, not knowing whether I can wait a few days. "A few days?" I question Faith with a frown, needing to just be sure.

She laughs, holding me tighter. "You've waited nine years, I'm sure you'll both manage another few days."

My darling sister is right. It's been intense on both occasions that I've recently seen Rex. We both need some time to think things over. To adjust to the fact that we are both in each other's lives again. My only worry is that Rex will decide that it's something he can't go through again, that he will completely shut me out of his new life.

He said himself, he doesn't want to want me...he may choose to never want me again.

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