hurt me again,
naive girl again.
damned to fall for that again,
only to close it just as fast. My vision goes to Naomi’s face, with her stage
makeup caked on, but her hair down, falling over her shoulders. In waves.
Begging me to wrap my hand around it.
but makes zero attempt to cover herself up.
way, I’m fucked.
strength to speak without my voice cracking like a twelve-year-old boy. “Do you
open the door like that to everyone?”
her chest moves, the piercings in her nipples catch the light like a fire—a
fire that is spreading over me.
minute. Naomi is my damn angel standing right in front of me.
happy I’m here. “Why are you here?”
take a stab at a conversation. “I wanted to give you these and tell you I
enjoyed the show.”
are you really here?”
“To see if you wanted to go on a date with me.”
anyone or keep her a secret. A date that’s seven years too late.
didn’t want it to.
wasn’t. Why would we try to do that again?”
think about you all the time.”
takes, I know her words are just a shield she’s using to protect herself. “It’s
much more than that…so much more. I think about your tits, your moans, your
screams. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is good.”
two, fantastic. But that’s not the only thing I want. I want you. Your brain,
the conversations. You. It’s you. That help your pride any?”
closer, I now tower over her.