Posts tagged love story
Posts tagged love story
I know, I just know that she’s seeing someone else. It’s all over her. Call me paranoid, but even her happiness is different. She’s… she’s got a bounce she didn’t have before. It’s depressing, but I’m sure I don’t make her that happy. She’s seeing someone else. I just know it.
I’m going to have it out with her. I’m going to tell her I know and that I won’t put up with it. She’ll have to tell me the truth. Who he is, how long it’s been going on, why she’s seeing him. Shit, what if he’s better… Shit. But I have to know for sure, and I have to tell her I know and I have to end it. I won’t be her mug. Her dependable mug.
As I park up outside her house, I see her curtain twitch. I have a quick pang – what if I catch them together? Now? But that’s not possible. I told her I was coming over. She’s expecting me. He won’t be there.
Before I ring her doorbell, she opens the door to me, wearing just a dressing gown, and under that, underwear? Nothing? I’m through the door and she’s skipping down the hallway to the kitchen. “Cuppa?”, she asks.
“No. No, thanks. I er… want to ask you something.”
“Ooh!”, she says, eyes wide in mock surprise as she turns back around to face me. “Can’t we talk over a cuppa? I’m thirsty!”.
“Fine. Milk and two.” I say. Did I even want tea? I don’t think so, but I’m going to have one, I guess.
She turns back around and skips into the kitchen, her beautiful wavy hair bouncing along one step behind. Mystery one solved – she’s not wearing knickers under the gown.
As she fills the kettle with water, I psyche myself to ask her. Come on, you’ve done this a million times in your head. Here we go.
“Were you going to say something?” she asks.
“Well, this stupid kettle takes forever to boil. What…” she steps closer to me
“shall…” right next to me
“we…” she puts her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me towards her
“do…” she kisses me. Then kisses me some more.
We carry on kissing. She starts to unbutton my shirt and I place my hand inside her gown. No bra, either. I start kissing her neck, her shoulder blades and move further down. We’re both breathing hard and then I smell the unmistakable odour of saliva, coming from her breasts. Not mine; I haven’t been there yet. And then, I notice the smell of latex and… Shit! I start to push her away just as the kettle boils.
“I thought you didn’t want a cuppa that bad?!” she says. Mocking me again.
“I need to ask you something,” I say. She picks up the seriousness in my voice.
“What is it?”
“I need to ask you…” Say it! “…if…” Don’t wimp out, you piece of shit, he was just here, “you…” DO IT! “will marry me?” WHAT? Where did that come from?
“Marry…?” she asks, confused and… is she? Yes, happy. “Oh! Oh oh oh my God, oh my God, Ohmygod! Oo-oo-ooh!”
I stare at her. She must think I’m waiting for an answer, but I’m wondering why the Hell I asked her that.
“Yes!” she says. She said yes. Shit. Shit. Fuck.
She wraps me up in a tight hug, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I stand, numb, holding her weight with the stiffness of my body. I haven’t hugged her back. Then I hear steps pounding down the stairs, fast and heavy.
I hear a man’s voice, deep and angry, yelling “No!”. I feel a sudden force in the back of my head, which causes me to butt her in the face, hard, and I am aware that I’m falling forwards. We’re both falling, and I’m going to land on her. This will hurt, but I’m already passing out.