Word Prompt: Mush
I pick up my warm cup with both hands and blow into the smooth chocolate creating ripples. I look at him over the cup as it hides my smile. "You have good news?"
He smirks and nods his head. "So that call at the table yesterday, that was from Aro, he's kind of like my agent. He was filling me in for my schedule for the next few weeks and..." he pauses.
I drink slowly, careful to not burn my tongue or choke on his news. I gently set my cup down on the table then trace the rim, I'm hesitate to look him in the eye. He's yankin' my chain and he's doing it on purpose.
I act nonchalant, I can pretend not to care. It's easy enough even though my insides are a mess.
"Well..." he swirls his fork against his bare plate, his smile is too cute. "This next assignment, it's in Fort Worth." I nod and narrow my eyes. "But it's only going to last, like-" he lays down his fork and takes a slow drink of his hot chocolate. "It'll be –what was it again? I can be back in," he shrugs, "four days."
I refrain from jumping up out of my seat. Four days is like an extended weekend. That's nothing. "Four days, huh?" I tease.
He's trying not to smile, "Yep."
"Hmm. I might not even have time to miss you," I cross my arms over my chest.
He shakes his head, "Nope."
"And you can be back? Or you will?" I swallow hard awaiting his answer.
"That depends on you," he crosses his arms and mocks me.
"I want to see you again," I finally let my smile break free as I answer, "and again... and again, and..."
He slowly stands and begins to stalk toward me.
I practically fall out of my chair as I jump to my feet and take off in a sprint toward the couch. He's right on my heels as we reach the couch. His arms circle my waist and we fall into a laughing heap onto the couch.
I look into his eyes and I stop laughing. The intensity I see there stops my heartbeat. I lift my hands to cradle his face.
He leans forward and I close my eyes. "I want to see you again too," he mumbles against my lips. Then our lips touch and dance. The fire builds. The want devours.
We waste the few hours we have left lost in each other. No sleep, no talk, just love and lust and want.
… ~{sYa}~ …
He leaves me alone in my apartment before he has to drive back to Alice's to pack his bag and board his plane. He didn't ask me to accompany him to the airport, I'm not sure why, but I would have went. I really wanted to.
We traded phone numbers and email addresses. He told me that he'd be busy the next three days, but he'd at least text me to know all was well.
I slump down on my bed into a pile of sad. I can still taste his mouth on my lips. I can still smell his cologne on my shirt. I already miss him more than I should.
I hate the way I felt when he shut the door behind himself. I hate the unanswered questions that immediately began to infiltrate my thoughts. I hate the ache that prickled in my heart and then radiated to my fingertips and to my toes. I hate that only after a few minutes, I already feel this insecure and am questioning everything he said to me.
When he's with me, it's easy to forget all my insecurities and doubts. Yet, he's been gone less than thirty minutes, and I feel like I've already lost him.
The tears don't come, I'm not that pathetic yet. All I know is that it feesl like love scrambled my insides and my used-to-be-smart brain into a gob of mush. I know that I miss him. I know that I love him. I know that I want to see him again and I know that if I don't, I might not ever get over it.