|Image from One Tree Hill|
I move away from the door. The banging increases, his voice becomes louder, more fierce. I slowly inch away, though my feet don’t seem to move. I shut every window, every door, till I’m finally in my room. I can hear him no longer, but nor do I feel safe. For it was only in his arms, where I seemed to belong...
I wrap my arms with the thin scarf. The setting winter breeze gives me the chills, and I’m unable to protect myself. I run into the small bar and sit down, hoping that I could get some warmth.
As I sip my coffee, I see a man staring at me. Or rather, staring right through me. He sighs as he sees me look towards him. I look away and sip my coffee. I hum along the song that plays.
I was used to this. Sitting alone, eating alone.. Solace was all around me, even though I always had people surrounding me. I never longed for the presence of someone else. I was perfectly fine being on my own.
“Good song, right?” He asks, interrupting my thoughts.
I just nod, and then get back to my coffee.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asks again.
I shrug. I didn’t want any company, but he looked sad. He sits down on the opposite side and starts to read the newspaper.
I was used to this too. Men eyed me everywhere. They always wanted me, and yes, I did give myself to them. I found happiness in satisfying them. With them, I never felt alone. And once it was over, I didn’t contact them again. I knew what this man wanted from me. It was pretty obvious. But for a change, he made my insides twist too.
I glance up now and again, taking a good look at him - Broad shoulders, dark eyes, unshaved chin, messy hair, and a slight frown. He notices me look at him. I blush and look down, noticing a ring on his finger.
“Your wife must be waiting. Don’t you think it’s late?” I ask, with a laugh.
“Haha no. She’s out of town, and the house just feels very empty.” He says.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask.
He smiles, and then I slide in besides him.
One drink turns into two, and then we gradually lose track. We laugh, talk, drink and dance a little. The place is empty now. Our voices echo, and my body no longer shiver. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asks. I nod my head and let him guide me out.
He takes me to his place. We drink some more, laugh a little more, and then I gradually feel his heavy breath on my skin. His smell lingers around me, and I wrap myself around his warm body. I didn’t want to get up.
Sleeping around, yes. Done that, plenty of times. Holding someone and sleeping? No, he was the first one. He made me feel different.