Blake
Simon, I'm busy, what do you want? Yes, on Saturday. I said I haven't found her! -I shout in a whisper so she doesn't hear me. Maybe your information wasn't correct. I'll talk to you when I've checked. Yes, I'm in company.
I put my cell phone in my pocket. The popcorn excuse offered me the perfect opportunity to get the phone to stop vibrating in my butt.
I'm not sure how long I can keep lying to him. Simon seeks my confirmation. If she knew, she would suffer, and I would never forgive myself. The asshole kept asking me if she was the girl we were looking for. Asshole. It is enough to see my face to know that it has always been her.
The glass in the microwave holds the corn kernels as they explode. My head has no glass. This was going to happen. I knew the moment I saw you standing next to your bike. My little Love. I shouldn't have kissed you last night. You were drunk and helpless. I'm an asshole who can't stop thinking about your body contorting under the pressure of my caresses. And those damned romance movies with restrained sex that do nothing but ignite desires. What will your naughty smile be like after a wild night? Those full, fleshy lips bitten by me before....
The bell rings and I pull out the steaming fountain with my hand, my body burning hotter than the thick vessel.
-At last. I thought you didn't want to see the next movie.
You appear with that glow that surrounds you. I'd bite you until I'd extract the last drop of your nectar and...
-?
-It's because of Noah. Poor guy.
-It ends in five minutes.
-But will they get back together? I need to know that she loves him!
You burst out laughing and I swear I would bite that dimple you hide right between your lip and rosy cheekbone. It's small, almost tiny, barely noticeable to distracted eyes. Not me. I retain your every detail. Lips, shoulders, nose, eyes, hands, are a desperate need before my madness to possess you.
You are so fresh that I would breathe your air every single one of my heavy mornings. I've never seen a less worked out and more exciting image than yours. T-shirt and cotton pants. Hair pulled back in a ponytail. You can't imagine what I'd do with that chocolate mane curled in my fist. My mouth goes dry imagining the thousands of ways to get you close to my side. Last night I was about to break down your bedroom door and cure your drunkenness.
-I've seen them faster. You steal my bowl full of popcorn. Honey, I want to do things with you, but none of them are fast.
-What is prepared over a slow fire is enjoyed over a slow fire," my voice hurts from all the hoarseness.
You don't move. Neither am I. We both know what I just implied. Your gaze bores into mine. I want to touch every millimeter of that delicate neck. My mouth would drown out every name but mine. You would never call another again. My letters would be your beginning and your after. I would devour you slowly. No time. No past. Without memories... My body would enter you caressing every inch of your wetness. We would be what I could never be with another. With you it would be different. I know it.
-All right?
-Yes," I answer, ignoring the fire that evaporates my blood. So what's the next movie?
I steal the fountain from you and walk into the living room without paying attention to what you say. I don't give a damn about the movie. One more second in front of your naughty lips and popcorn won't be the only thing I eat. I'm hungry for you. I always was. It's only now that I meet you again that I understand.