I got bored one night and wrote this. Do ya reckon I should finish writing or leave it as it is? And also just any general corrections/ideas would be appreciated!
There he was, the man I loved most. We'd grown up together, we did everything together. He was tall and had dark brown hair with bright brown eyes. His skin held a slight golden tint to it that made him look even more handsome when the sun was on him and added to his dark complexion. Then there was his body, so perfect, and it clearly showed strength. His smile was amazing, two luscious red lips that were framed by dimples on either side, his eyes glittered in the most indescribable way. My heart jumped, just like it always did when I was just about to approach him.
My body trembled as I tried to control my myself in public, then his arms were wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, everything around me stopped. I melted into him; my head was pressed to his chest, feeling the muscles buried beneath his shirt. Heaven and I’d had twenty years of it, us both being twenty. A smile formed once I thought of everything between us and we sat down on our blanket.
We both had the day off work and were ecstatic about it, a day of just us and we spent it in the park just opposite from our house. Yes, yes, our house. It was two years ago when we moved in together, I mean we'd been together since we understood what the words girlfriend and boyfriend meant and even before, but that didn't mean our parents would let us move in together at any age below eighteen and that was only because they couldn't stop us. It wasn't like they didn't like us together it was just that we'd never been with anyone else. They said ‘how do you know you belong together so much, when you've never been with anyone else’ but we knew. It was the kind of thing you don't understand unless you feel it. We were meant to be.
A laugh escaped my lips as I watched him eat tortilla chips dipped in chilli sauce. It was adorable how he always put too much sauce on. His eyes were beginning to water almost as bad as mine, I’d laughed too much like I always did around him, and I touched his face. Quickly enough he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, then kissed me playfully. I hated it when he did this, it was hard to keep my composure. It wasn't a problem in the privacy of our home, but we were out in the open. Don't get me wrong I made sure everyone knew he was mine and I loved him and I sure as hell wasn't embarrassed, it was just hard to keep it from going any further.
The day had gone by so fast I didn't realise until it got dark how late it was. We packed everything into the basket and proceeded to stroll home, hand in hand. I felt so amazing, so much laughing and joking, and happiness. I was with the man I loved and still had a little while longer before it was back to work.
We laid in bed, my head resting on his chest. Everything was perfect and I drifted off to sleep hearing his breathing and his sensuous voice telling me everything I needed, and indeed wanted to hear, and waited for morning to take me away from this paradise.
Morning came all too fast and before I knew it he was kissing me goodbye for the day. My heart sank at the thought of having to spend the day away from him, but soon it would be Sunday and we’d be back together again. Back were we belonged.
The day dragged on, second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour passed. Finally it was 5pm, time to go home I thought anticipating seeing the man I loved. Once I was home I began to cook tea. Our favourite; home made Lesagne. My stomach growled at the thought of eating this yummy food. The time was 6 'o' clock, just enough time to go rent out a DVD, 'The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button' everyone said it was a good film, so I thought why not watch it. If we didn't like it we could just watch normal TV, couldn't we?
When I got back it was 6:30pm, just a half an hour 'til he got back. The food would be done just in time, though it was hard to keep focused on cooking. So soon he would be back here but I wanted him here now. It felt like we'd been apart for days rather than hours. While I waited I decided to listen to my iPod, Tenacious D Tribute was playing, one of my favourite bands.
Time flew by as I listened to my playlist filled with Tenacious D, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin and Kings Of Leon. Suddenly two warm, familiar arms were wrapped around my body. I didn't need to turn around to see who it was, I turned and pulled his face towards me, tenderly our lips touched in a perfect kiss. His hand stroked my back from top to bottom making his embrace all the more relaxing. My phone interrupted the moment and boy was I annoyed. It was my mother, of course it was, who else could phone me at such a perfect time.
"Hi Kirsten, you with Max?"
"Hey yeah I am why?"
"Well I was just wondering. Can you come round I need to talk to you about your brother."
"Yeah, you two been arguing, again?"
"Yeah, I was just wondering if you could have him for a little while. He doesn't want to be here all he does is complain. Maybe if he lived with you for a while he'll calm down and sort everything out. So can you come over, now? Preferably without Max. We can discuss it with him later."
"Why can't he come? He lives here too."
"Yeah I know, it's just your aunt's here and you know how she feels about him. I don't want it to be like it was last time."
And with that I agreed, undisputedly that I should go without Max. He let me go without asking any questions. He knew when it came down to family I was stubborn. Before I left he gave me yet another kiss which started to change my mind, but still I left without him, something I would eventually be glad I did.