(no subject)

Apr 02, 2005 14:42

He comes to me in the night sometimes, uses his middle three fingers to delicately press into the small cavity between my pectorals, feeling out a heartbeat and in turn waking me up. He knows every response to every point of pressure on my body. I either told him or he's the one who found it in the first place. I look at the clock and come to a disarming realization. I've been going to bed at 9 PM all this week. Apparently we have plans so he ushers me out of bed to get ready and lounges into my spot, turning the television on and clicking idly on the remote in casual disinterest.

She more often than not shows up unexpectedly, and this was no exception. It startled me at first, too preoccupied with my own image in the mirror to notice the beautiful woman making excellent use of my shower. We chose the house because the bathrooms all had spacious facilities and she never minds sharing the hot water in case it gets too cold too fast. She lets me wash and condition her hair and I let her shave the two days growth of stubble from my face. I shake my hair out, stepping out of the shower first, and as she follows, I open my arms holding out a large, white towel. My arms wrap around her easily and we share that same friendly kiss we've been sharing daily for a week.

On the entryway table lay three sets of keys and a stack of club flyers. It'll be a long weekend, for sure.

I've been up to no good ever since they've been around and I've never felt happier.
Previous post Next post
Up