A Little Bit Chilly
Twenty-Seven
The next day came slowly but surely.
I hadn't wanted that other day to end. Just being with Nikki and watching the waves. It was calming after her mini anxiety attack.
The way her eyes searchd the waters like there was something there waiting for her just drove me crazy. The way her eyes searched everything like that.
It was crazy of me. But I really, really liked that girl.
I woke the next morning with her in my arms. We had fallen asleep while the London Philharmonic Orchestra played Adagio for Strings through the night.
Her arms were wrapped around her, clutching her back. Her cheek was pressed against mine. Our legs were tangled together, all blankets thrown aside. It was just us there, and that was a great moment. I wanted every moment to be like that.
I was falling in love with Nikki Southway, and I didn't even mind it.
I felt her stir beneath my arms. She lifted her head up and looked at me with her bedroom eyes, and smiled. She was so cute when she smiled. I'll never forget how beautiful she was. How amazing and perfect she was with every thing she did.
She was like a rare flower. You didn't find many that looked and lived or acted quite like she did. She was...Nikki.
"Good morning," I smiled. She dropped her head to my chest.
"Morning," she rasped. Her voice was always a bit raspy in the morning. It was lovely.
"Sleep well?" I mumured, stroking her hair. She sighed. I could see goosebumps rise on her arms.
"Like a fuckin' baby," she whispered. "You?"
"Great," I moved my hand away. "Wanna lie here for a bit before getting some breakfast?"
She nodded. She buried her face into my wife-beater and breathed in deeply. I could feel it. Hear it. She was breathing in me.
I grabbed the edges of the yellow comforter on my bed and pulled it over the both of us.
Our heat combined quickly warmed the blanket and created the most comfortable nest possible.
Was it safe to call her mine? My lady? My girl?
I didn't care. I felt like she was. And I'm sure she did too.
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Somewhere in Milwaukee
He shivers. He doesn't want to exist. Not like this. This isn't how it's supposed to be.
It isn't how it's supposed to end.
He buries his head in his knees. It's all over. It's just...all over.
"I..." he whispers to himself. "I can't. I just can't."
His throat swells and tears pour over the edges of his eyes. And he cries. For the first time since it happened.
I hadn't wanted that other day to end. Just being with Nikki and watching the waves. It was calming after her mini anxiety attack.
The way her eyes searchd the waters like there was something there waiting for her just drove me crazy. The way her eyes searched everything like that.
It was crazy of me. But I really, really liked that girl.
I woke the next morning with her in my arms. We had fallen asleep while the London Philharmonic Orchestra played Adagio for Strings through the night.
Her arms were wrapped around her, clutching her back. Her cheek was pressed against mine. Our legs were tangled together, all blankets thrown aside. It was just us there, and that was a great moment. I wanted every moment to be like that.
I was falling in love with Nikki Southway, and I didn't even mind it.
I felt her stir beneath my arms. She lifted her head up and looked at me with her bedroom eyes, and smiled. She was so cute when she smiled. I'll never forget how beautiful she was. How amazing and perfect she was with every thing she did.
She was like a rare flower. You didn't find many that looked and lived or acted quite like she did. She was...Nikki.
"Good morning," I smiled. She dropped her head to my chest.
"Morning," she rasped. Her voice was always a bit raspy in the morning. It was lovely.
"Sleep well?" I mumured, stroking her hair. She sighed. I could see goosebumps rise on her arms.
"Like a fuckin' baby," she whispered. "You?"
"Great," I moved my hand away. "Wanna lie here for a bit before getting some breakfast?"
She nodded. She buried her face into my wife-beater and breathed in deeply. I could feel it. Hear it. She was breathing in me.
I grabbed the edges of the yellow comforter on my bed and pulled it over the both of us.
Our heat combined quickly warmed the blanket and created the most comfortable nest possible.
Was it safe to call her mine? My lady? My girl?
I didn't care. I felt like she was. And I'm sure she did too.
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Somewhere in Milwaukee
He shivers. He doesn't want to exist. Not like this. This isn't how it's supposed to be.
It isn't how it's supposed to end.
He buries his head in his knees. It's all over. It's just...all over.
"I..." he whispers to himself. "I can't. I just can't."
His throat swells and tears pour over the edges of his eyes. And he cries. For the first time since it happened.
@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o
1/27/14