Why did I lie?There was no reason to lie.But in the second when I slipped out of the room, our eyes met, large eyes wide and waiting, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. After all, we were just friends.‘But friends don’t know the way you taste.’I shake my head, shaking off the lyrics of the song away from my head. This is what we agreed on, if anything, the crush I have is the problem. The power of self preservation, something I thought I lost a while ago, was the one thing strong enough to keep me away from the window. I had shed my clothes, and slept in the living room, well, laid awake for most of the night, I couldn’t stop seeing the image of them kissing in my mind. My stomach kept twisting over and over, my eyes prickling with emotions.And so I did the only only thing I knew how to relieve the stuffy feeling in my chest.I drew, the pencil felt foreign in between my fingers, yet familiar, and I drew, the first thing that came to mind. When I was done drawi
I can’t face him.I should, I did nothing wrong.It is justified logically, however, I still can’t face him. “He doesn’t know Regina, you were just trying to get him out of your system, you were protecting your friendship.” I tell myself over and over again.My hand still hovers at the door to the cafe. A man in his forties an expensive cologne and his nose in his phone, pushes the door open, and I am forced to enter. Or maybe I wasn’t forced, I just wanted to see him.He is working as usual, but he is different.His hair is different, he got a haircut! And when he looks up from the order he had been working on, I see the swapped the glasses for contacts. He looks absolutely stunning.Unlike last night, I am creaming between my legs just looking at him.I am not the only one who has noticed this, a few other women standing to the side glance at him while they talk, and I know what the smile on their faces mean. The company sent an email last night, they want to see me early this
I was supposed to be asleep in bed, catch up on last night’s lost sleep. However, I spend the entire day, rifling through my closet. A few clothes scattered on the bed, clothes barely hanging on hangers, all of them hoodies, random tank tops, and one or two T shirts.What do I wear to dinner anyway?Social norms are still biting for me, not as much anymore these days. Still. I dial Seraph’s phone number, my help hotline. He doesn’t answer, and I doubt we are close enough to call the second time so I let him be. With a groan, I scroll through my short list of contacts, there’s Freddie, my manager at The Cafe, Regina, and I can’t call her for very obvious reasons. Thea… do I call her? I imagine she wouldn’t let it go, she would ask questions I don’t have the answer to. Regina and I are going to dinner as friends.I shake my head, Thea wouldn’t be satisfied with this answer. William is my last option. I sigh.“You really need more friends.” muttering quietly to myself as I click on
“Wow.”The word is silent, but that’s really all I can say about it. Wow.How does he expect me to sell this? How am I supposed to sell this? “This is…” I say taking a tentative step towards the painting in front of me, it seems to suck me in, it’s captivating and beautiful. It’s a painting of the universe, pitch black and vast, the corners framed, inside the blackness are white spots scattered about. Upon closer inspection, they are multiple galaxies, all of them with detail. It blows my mind. I mean I saw his other paintings and drawings, I never once doubted him, yet I am astounded by what I see. I had secretly hoped it would be a painting of me, a portrait, but this? This is next level.“Do you like it?”“Are you kidding? I love it, it’s like I am standing in the galaxy just by looking at it.” I can’t even pull my eyes away from it if I wanted to. “That’s how I feel when I look into you eyes.”“What?!”I turn to face him, he rubs the back of his head, a shy smile on his fac
Since the night she made me paint, I have been working on a piece.The first night, she had been there, waiting as I worked. I couldn’t shake the feeling of someone being there, even when she read comics, my first strokes were sloppy at best. Then all of a sudden, everything changed.My fingers worked fluidly, dancing across the canvas, as if possessed by something. When dinner was ready, I had been splattered in different colors, and if she didn’t invite me to eat, I would have continued painting. For the first time in a while, I felt the rush again, the joy of bringing something to life like that.My chest felt full and tight, making me light on my feet the very next day. When she said she was sleeping over at Lara’s place, I felt my my stomach dip, churning in a way that left me confused, she hadn’t slept over at mine in a while, it was like being across, in her own apartment. Yet, it wasn’t.I stayed awake most of the night, unable to sleep, so I decide to paint. By the mo
“Friends who don’t give each other fore head kisses are the wrong ones?” Lara asks with a laugh, the fry she had dipped into the ranch almost dripping onto her carpet. I roll my eyes, stuffing my face with even more fries, shoving down the defensive retort that would definitely have her suspicious of me. Hosea had looked like a deer caught in headlights, quite literally, and I wanted to wipe that look from his face immediately, and the worries that came with it. While the kiss could have been lower, longer, I wouldn’t have minded, but if he regretted it… I lean over and kiss the top of her head, biting off the fry, then I shrug.“Okay fine, it’s even less weird than asking him to kiss you, well begging in your case.”“Hey!” I throw a fry at her, it lands on her nose, she laughs, taking a sip of beer, sinking deeper into the teddy plush seat I got for her when she got a job with Kolin. “I didn’t say that.”She snorts, “You didn’t have to, I saw the regret on your face almost im