𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 // 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝟶𝟺: 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 ?

"Be gentle. Please."

His eyes were wild and frantic, yet angelic and delicate. They looked as if they were practically begging me to be careful with his untouched body. He had never been touched in a way that I wanted to touch him. Fuck, he'd probably never been kissed the way he should be or fucked the way he could be.
And I was wrong. I didn't deserve that.

There was a fierce innocence that I couldn't strip him of. Even me being the heartless prick I was, I myself was surprised by the sudden change of heart.

I didn't touch him that night. I left him to redress himself only to find him sleeping when I returned. That's when I took my time out to study him. His body lay there against the soft sheets barely making any movements. His chest heaved up only to lower seconds later repeating the process at a steady rate as he exhaled through his nose. There was a big elephant tattoo that covered the majority of his neck. His face acquired very few interesting face tattoos; from a broke heart to the word "alone" above his eyebrow.

That's when I noticed how beautiful he was. His thick eyelashes occasionally twitched which indicated he must've been dreaming. His chiseled face was truly a sight to remember. For the first time in a long time I sat in awe admiring someone for more than just the kind of sex they could give me.

What is it about you, Jahseh?

Now here I was the morning after, tangled in the sheets alongside his peaceful body. I decided it would be best to detach myself from the equation just in case he were to wake up swinging wondering what he was doing in a hotel room halfway across the city.

His eyelids slowly fluttered open revealing his dark brown captivating orbs beneath them. He tried to sit up but failed miserably as his headache started to settle in the more he attempted to move. I had a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other. His body tossed and turned for a solid 5 minutes before he froze mid twist and raised his head to stare at the bed sheets. His head slowly lifted up and his eyes carefully scanned his surroundings with a puzzling look until they finally landed themselves on me.

I knew how this would play out. He would either do one of two things; he would immediately start swinging or warm up to me only to stab me moments later in hopes of escaping.

I also knew what he was aiming for the moment I saw him reach for the pen on the bedside table. A pen wouldn't be enough to hurt me but by the looks of his build it might do some damage if force was applied.

"Relax," I spoke calmly as I walked over beside the bed. His eyes never left mine and his grip on the pen only tightened the closer I got. "I'm not here to hurt you. That was never my intention."

Lie.

"Then why the fuck am I here?" He gave me a long hard look and put emphasis on 'fuck.' I handed him the glass and one pill which he reluctantly took and downed in one drink.

"The club, last night," I began. "You were drunk and alone at the time. We danced for a bit before you asked me to take you back to my place. Your friend.. Gazzy, was it? He said it would be fine."

His stare was still hard and cold so it made it harder for me to tell if he believed it or not.

"Did we.."

"Didn't. Although it seems as if you really wanted me to," I smiled and laughed shortly after which caused him to chuckle a bit after me. His eyes still occasionally scanned the room taking note of every little thing that was out of place. It's either he's a private investigator, or a nigga with intense OCD.

For a fraction of a second, his eyes met mine. Now personally, eye contact is more intimate than sex. It's as if you're allowing the person to look through the windows of your soul in hopes they'll appreciate what they see. Or try eye contact during sex. Recipe for disaster, let me tell it.

"Get dressed," I cleared my throat and spoke up since we seemed to have been drowning in the complete silence. Without another word he climbed out of the bed and walked into the bathroom to put his jeans and his shirt back on. When he walked out and I stood in front of him and handed him the last pill left in the palm of my hand which he gladly took. While he was changing inside the bathroom I had asked where his address was so I would be able to drop him off, but without him having the knowledge of where he's coming from.

By the time I was dressed and ready to leave, Jahseh was passed out against the edge of the bed snoring loudly. I carefully threw his body over my shoulder and headed downstairs towards the car. It was nothing to me, it took strength from carrying lifeless bodies to and from locations to acquire this kind of strength I now possess.

Thirty minutes had passed after I arrived at his apartment building. I examined the complex and stored his address into the corner of my mind so I could remember to pull up on him another time I wanted to have consensual fun.

"Where am I?" His morning voice was still there.

"You're home. I think it's best we get you inside now."

He slowly helped himself out of the car and stood at my window.

"Thanks for this, I don't know how to repay you-"
I held my hand up to silence him.

"No need to. Have a good day, Jahseh. Take care of that hangover."

I knew he wouldn't remember my name off the top of his head. It would give him time to think about me and reflect on our short lived moment together.

Don't worry, Jahseh. I'll make sure our moments are permanent.