Rose

He came back to my apartment later that afternoon like nothing just happened a few hours ago. When he close the door he does not greet instead he picks me up and takes me straight to the bedroom, I don’t fight him.

I need him as much as he needs the stress he gave me makes this all worth it.

After he is done he kisses my forehead before he wraps me in his arms.

“So I guess this is what I signed up for when I agreed to be your person.”

He nods with his eyes still closed, “Yes.” He says not offering more than that.

I look into his eyes, I want nothing but to kiss him but I don’t even though my whole body is craving for his touch.

The fear I felt seeing him on tv was unexplainable, is this even the life I want for myself maybe the whole time I was fooling myself when I thought I was okay with all of this.

Why do I have to always pick the bad guys? We both put on our clothes as we head to the kitchen, he stands at the diir way and looks at me as I try to make him something to eat.

He walks closer to me and and his minty cologne is what I’m surrounded, he stands so close to me that I want to touch him, I want to stand on my toes and kiss him.

He looks at me with a smirk on his face, seeing the battle that I have with myself.

His hands are still in his pockets, he is not making any effort to touch me no he just stays rooted in that one spot.

Why do matters of the heart have to be so complicated? It doesn’t even help that he is so hard to read at times and just does things differently when it comes to romancing me or are we even dating? This is all so confusing.

I turn around, determined to pour myself wine to stop my mind from over analyzing things. He grabs my hand and there’s that tingling feeling that I get whenever we touch.

I look at him, I lower my gaze again and look anywhere but him, I have this irk when someone breaths to close to me but when it’s him, I just don’t mind.

He lifts up my chin with his index so that I am now looking at him again. “You want to call it quits?”

I try to slip away from his touch but instead he holds me tight. Now that he ask me that question I don’t know, he has this way of making my mind turn into jelly.

“No.” I realise that I actually mean it.

He lifts me and places me on the kitchen table and takes my pants off in a swift move and rips my lacy underwear into shreds and I feel his hot tongue on my lower body, I hold on to his head screaming his name as I reach my climax.