What The Hear Wants

Chapter 2

The most beautiful thing in this world.

That's what I was staring at, or rather whom I was looking at.

Sam Oliver. Such perfection. Every curve and edge of him. From his slightly slanted eyes, his perfect straight button nose and his smooth plump lips, all the way down from his perfect elongated neck, down his smooth chest, his carved legs and his perfect feet.

I could not believe I was sitting next to him; this beautiful god-like creature. I couldn't stop staring. He knew it. I knew he knew it. I would do anything for this man who fell into my life. I just wish I knew what was going on his head. I had to know. Maybe I did. I was by no means a complete idiot.

He did not love me. Not nearly as much as I love him. Not even a little bit. I knew what I was good for to him. I knew every bit as well as he did why I was here. The only difference was that I was head over heels in love with him and he was entranced with whatever skills I showed in the bedroom, with all my innocent new curiosity in exploring sex – a feeling so new to me that it trumped any drug I have ever put into my body.

It almost brought up a question of my own. Was I in love with this man or with what he taught me? I had to be honest, I was always an exceptional student, why would it be any different now? Better than that, I knew for a fact, that being an open-minded and non-judgemental girl helped a lot between the sheets – or even any other place either of us could think of.

Then again before I knew of what pleasures he could bring with a touch and a tug, I loved him. The pain and hurt tearing at my chest had dissipated in his presence and I was addicted. There was no doubt or nagging feeling. I just love him. Just like that. I kept wondering how someone so young can love so easily. Was it just the norm, the inevitable nature of human beings, or was it that it was love at first sight? It could be possible, I have heard and read so much about it, it could be a definite possibility.

I didn't know, but I was willing to find out. I would bet it against all odds. It was bliss…for the first two months that is. Then it all just happened so fast. His parents, who lived with him, hated me. So much so that they made it nearly impossible for me to be in the same house with them. They treated me unfairly, as I did to them in return; in fact, I was only returning their courtesy.

The moment their hatred for me overwhelmed them so that they locked me in his room when he went to work, I decided that it was the last straw. I called my father to come get me. He was furious with what happened. More so than Sam was. Sam wasn't nearly as angry, yet he was in a way. He came to say goodbye. To me it was certainly not a permanent farewell. Not that he was aware of that. He had shed a tear or two and that "last" kiss was something to remember.

With that, I left and so did he.

If it wasn't the end, why did it feel like it?

But maybe just maybe I could salvage this relationship. By fact, I was not able to let him go and I would be damned if he thought he could get rid of me. He would love me and I would make sure of that.

I will not by any means lose him and he would by no means get rid of me.