let’s himself go a bit.
By all that my heart whispers to me when I
catch a wandering soul in his eyes, and by what
my head yells at me when those same eyes want to
swallow me whole, leaving me nowhere to run.
Patrick runs a hand through his perfectly cut
hair on his perfect head, that’s set on a body that
would be tailor-made to give me perfect orgasms.
That’s it. I’m perfectly out of control.
“You know that’s not what you are for me,” he
adds, sweetening his voice.
The phrase hangs in the air. A phrase that could
have three thousand different hidden meanings, but
in which I see only one, and it’s the one I should
be seeing.
I shake my head and go back to the window.
The girl isn’t there anymore. She must have heard
our screaming match.
“You missed out,” I say sarcastically. “Your date
left.”
He huffs as he walks over to me.
Oh God.
I breathe in with great effort, begging my lungs
to take on their regular function, but it would seem
that he has consumed all the air in this room,
because it’s as if his big overwhelming presence
here is stealing all of the oxygen that there is in
this apartment and the whole world, because I’m
no longer able to breathe next to him.
“The only company I want tonight is yours,” he
