Truth
We hadn't known one another for more than a minute.
She intrigued me. The way her lips pursed as her breathy words floated toward me. The way she tilted her head when my words flowed back. What words? Neither of us knew. My gestures were slow and decisive. Her eyes were soft and searching. She was terrible at hiding her smile.
We hadn't known one another for more than an hour.
My hand on the small of her back as I led her outside. My pupils dilated in the darkness. We were four blocks from her place, give or take. The wind whistled behind us, urging us forward. I listened beyond the sounds of the street and the sound of her breathing. I sensed it before I heard it. Most knives make a scraping sound, followed by a dull 'click', when they're opened. I heard it before I ever saw it.
We hadn't known one another for more than a night.
The water fell purposefully on my chest, streaming down my naked body. I turned the knob further, and felt the hot water sting my flesh. The room was steamed, my thoughts were clear. Every day of my life had trained me for that moment. I slowly removed the gauze from my right arm. The knife had been sharp and the cut was clean. It would not scar. I wish it had.
Her hands reached around me and slowly, carefully, lovingly washed me clean. Her hands and her femininity cleansed my body and soul.
I would never have expected to find something so right from a night that went so wrong.
She intrigued me. The way her lips pursed as her breathy words floated toward me. The way she tilted her head when my words flowed back. What words? Neither of us knew. My gestures were slow and decisive. Her eyes were soft and searching. She was terrible at hiding her smile.
We hadn't known one another for more than an hour.
My hand on the small of her back as I led her outside. My pupils dilated in the darkness. We were four blocks from her place, give or take. The wind whistled behind us, urging us forward. I listened beyond the sounds of the street and the sound of her breathing. I sensed it before I heard it. Most knives make a scraping sound, followed by a dull 'click', when they're opened. I heard it before I ever saw it.
We hadn't known one another for more than a night.
The water fell purposefully on my chest, streaming down my naked body. I turned the knob further, and felt the hot water sting my flesh. The room was steamed, my thoughts were clear. Every day of my life had trained me for that moment. I slowly removed the gauze from my right arm. The knife had been sharp and the cut was clean. It would not scar. I wish it had.
Her hands reached around me and slowly, carefully, lovingly washed me clean. Her hands and her femininity cleansed my body and soul.
I would never have expected to find something so right from a night that went so wrong.