TASTE ME

I land with a bouncing thud, smacking my head against the wooden bed frame.

“Ow!” I immediately cry, bringing my hand to my head, searching for a bump or blood, one of which i was certain was going to be there, but my hands come away clean and its too soon to notice a bump anyway, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though, it hurt like hell.

But it also brought a lot of things into focus for me, like the fact that I wasn’t in a dream, or in one of my numerous fantasies, this was reality and Father Aryan was standing at the foot of my bed, in all his full cassocked glory, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Father Aryan? What are you doing here? You finally used that key I gave you.” The alcohol was wearing off, same as the shock of him being in my room. If this was right, then it meant that he carried me, I was pressed against his chest. My eyes land on the said chest, it stirred memories of being close to it, the corner of my lower lip snuck in between my teeth, wondering if I co