Chapter Three:
Jareth lies comfortably at the side of me for a while and I can't help but stare at him. He has a small tuft of hair on his chest, his muscular body is well looked after and his hair never changes. He smells of masculinity. Although Jareth isn't the first man I've slept with, he's definitely paramount. Just as I lose myself in him, his eyes flick open and he gapes at me, his mismatched eyes finding mine and never leaving them.
'Have you slept with many men?' he asks bluntly. Shit! How am I meant to answer that without displeasing him? 'Uhm, just a couple' I lie. His eyes fill with sadness and my heartstrings pull. 'How many?' he gulps. 'Eight.' I whisper, ashamed by my answer. Jareth must understand that I've had relationships before him; I never thought I'd see him again. 'Did you love them?' he mumbles, his eyes staring straight at me, as if looking deep into my soul. 'Some of them, yes. I had many relationships after I completed your Labyrinth and returned home with Toby. I was sure you were out of my life. I needed to move on' I reply, my last words are no more than a whisper. Jareth sits up on the bed, crosses his legs and gazes at me. 'I need to know everything Sarah, every sordid secret. I wanted to be your first. The first person you slept with and the first person you loved. Now I know I'm none of them things, I must know about your history. Don't spare me any details for the sake of my feelings; I'd like to know. Please?' he begs and I know I'll have to reveal my past.
I can't lie to him, I want to tell him everything but I fear he'll judge me. His eyes fill with hope, longing and love. Before I know it, I blurt everything out. 'My first sexual encounter happened when I was sixteen, exactly a year after I completed your Labyrinth. I'd gone out for a meal with some friends and began talking to the waiter. He was twenty and I loved the thrill of being with someone older. He took me to the car park when his shift ended and showed me to the backseat of his white MK7 ford fiesta zetec s. I was completely aware of my actions and we started stripping each other, flinging clothes in every direction. He wasn't tender with me like he'd seemed. He pulled at my garments, bit me and forced himself into me. Afterwards, I felt appalled with myself and I couldn't wait to get away from him. After that, I thought I was only good enough for a quick shag and began sleeping around. Then I met Christian who doted on me. Although we were together for two years, he ended things when he moved away.' I murmur.
'So, you had sex for the first time on the back seat of a car?' he gasps, obviously aghast. 'Yes' I breathe, my eyes filling with tears. 'I'm not proud of it.' I flush, my face hanging in embarrassment.
Jareth rises from the bed, pulls on his clothes as quickly as possible and strides out of the bedroom, leaving me in a broken mess, alone.
Please don't go…