The pull is too strong; I can feel it in my chest.
She’s in there, dickhead. Knock on the door.
Placing my hand above my heart, trying to wipe away the traces of sweat almost smothering my palm, I raise my hand up to knock on the door. As I do, it sounds more like a tap to me than a knock. I hear the thumping of my heart and feel my temples pulsating.
I almost hear movement on the other side of the door when I see the curtain being pulled back, the woman on the othersides heads down, looking at floor. She doesn’t know it’s me and I feel myself holding my breath.
“Sorry, takes a sec to come to the-” she says, and then she looks up.
My heart stops.
Wow.
She’s even more beautiful than she was the day I left.
I feel my eyes soften automatically at the sight of her and the pull inside of me finally calms. Tilting my head up, I look towards the one thing that hasn’t changed in all this time, her deep sky-blue eyes.
She gawps at me, holding onto the large wooden door with such a tight fist I see her knuckles turning white.
“Hey, Firefly,” I say, almost in a whisper.
I place my hands in the pocket of my sweater, I couldn’t look or feel more sheepish or terrified if I tried.
Man, if I ever thought she was beautiful all those years ago, it trump’s what she is now. As she gawps at me, mouth open wide in clear shock, it gives me time to study her.
Her flaming auburn hair remains the same, wrappedin, what I can assume is her Mama’s rollers.
She must be heading out tonight and I have a feeling I know where.
With the hint of a grey strand or two if you look closely enough, which is exactly what I’m doing. Even with her hair wrapped so tightly against her head, I see it.
I seeher.
Her jaw, still as defined as always. My mind flicks back to when my thumb would trace along it, running my tongue down her throat and towards her breasts.
My dick twinges at the memory.
Her eyes, still the brightest of sky-blue, with white flecks floating just around the pupil. Her freckles unfazed with age. The place I used to plant kisses on, one by one. Breathing against her skin, promising the world to her. With the sun beating down on her face, more would appear.
Looking down, I notice one thing; my girl has become all woman in the years that have certainly passed.
She has beautiful curves now, something that only came with age. Still thin, but her hips have thickened out.
And damn, look at those curves.
I can’t stop staring her up and down.
I’m like a moth drawn to the flame.
She’s the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on.
Would ever lay my eyes on.
Would ever want to lay my eyes on.
A cough draws me from my thoughts and my memories and fantasies.
“Wha- what are you doing here?” She shakes out. Her voice almost louder than a mouse hiding in the hay. Tennessee accent still intact.
