inevitable.
the sheets were stained with old love from the girls he's had before. the sultry summer air that filled the apartment was just humid enough to break my sweat. the room itself was uncomfortable and almost unbearable if it hadn't been for him. his voice was smooth like liquor, my southern comfort, and my blanched palms ran across his bare skin like water over pearls. he spoke in rhythm, like poetry, and never missed a beat. this boy may not have lived near the coast, but he sure had it in his eyes. two crystal blue-green oceans that sparkled like the stars, even in the dark. we talked that night about nothing and everything. about life and how it always seemed to work in mysterious ways, or at least that's what we were thinking through the symphony of our heavy breathing. there was some type of connection, of chemistry, that night. the way our bodies exploded when we touched was proof of that, and that was all we needed. but it all vanished, just as quickly as it had begun. leaving no evidence other than my scent that still lingered on his crisp linen sheets and the feelings i had inside that have never expired.