My New Muse
We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it.
Finally, he breaks the silence.
"I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever."
"It's fine. You didn't do anything."
He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views.
"I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly."
I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather.
"Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong.
But I can't deny the fact that my nipples perk up under my cotton t-shirt the second he mentions sex.
He shrugs. "I want to fuck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever.
I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape, and my panties dampening.
He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see.
"Um, I-I...I don't..."
I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing.
My cheeks and vagina get hotter. "Shut the fuck up."
He actually laughs.
"Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close?
"One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will fuck you."
And with that, my panties soak right through.
I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock.
What the actual fuck just happened?
When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness.
That's the case with me.
Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything.
Except, he isn't a prince.
He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness.
He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.