AN- A little late but got there in the end. sorry for keeping you waiting.
"But when I looked at her,
I thought of only you.
If only there was proof,
I could use to show it's true."
"Crash." by - You Me At Six.
As he looked at the woman in the bed beside him he wasn't sure how it had got this far. One drink had led to a meal which, after many more drinks and meals had got to the woman sleeping in his bed beside him. It wasn't the first time, and if things didn't change it wouldn't be the last time.
As he looked out the window towards the star-studded sky he contemplated why he had let things get to the point where he was like a machine, bent on acting happy. Yes, he liked the woman who was asleep beside him but he didn't love her, he probably never would. They had fun together and he definitely wasn't going to complain about the sex, yet there was something missing. He watched as the stars in the sky twinkled and his mind drifted to something else that sparkled and twinkled.
Her eyes were sapphire blue, especially when she gave him that smile that made him tingle from his toes right to the tips of his silvering hair. Getting her to smile like that at least once a day was his mission, he needed to see her happy and he knew when she smiled like that she was.
Rolling on his side he was greeted with a mass of dark curly hair in his face. Pulling back a little he shifted the last few stands that were tickling his nose. Before he let go of the strands of hair he ran his forefinger and thumb over them. A very light smell of coconut drifted past his nose as he felt the curly hair drop from his fingers.
He liked women with long hair, he had dated a few yet for some reason short hair seemed to be what attracted him most. Sara had short hair when they were married, short and dark. Another woman with short hair came back to his mind. Short military style blonde hair that looked like a halo when the sun hit it. Hair that smelt of strawberries and looked silky smooth. He had spent many a night looking at that hair in the darkness when they slept off-world.
The woman next to him shifted and rolled over in her sleep, draping her leg over his and sliding an arm around his waist. She cuddled in and he let her, subconsciously pulling her closer. Deep down he knew she wasn't the woman he wanted or needed, yet she was the woman he had settled for. He would never get the woman he wanted now, she had made her choice. She had picked another man to keep her bed warm at night. She gave up on them, on their future. He had no option but to do the same.