The Fool (2015)

The Fool

She walked into my room like a hurricane, her needs being stronger than anything I could say or do. Attacked me with a chuckle, dropping the small vail of red nail polish that I was using to pain my toenails. I knew the white sheet would be ruined forever and that the two of us would have polish on uncomfortable parts of our bodies when it was all said and done, but it's not like I was able to stop her. If I tried, she would very conveniently say that we hadn't seen each other in two days and I would give in to anything. And to be honest, I would rather lose all my sheets than stop her from ripping every piece of clothing that was on the way of her doing what she wanted with me.

It was an afternoon like many others we had. Between touching and heavy breathing, she was mine and I was hers and there was nothing outside of that room that could change what was going on inside. But, there was always something unique on our normal afternoons... I couldn't tell if it was the fact that we acted like it was the last time, even though I knew it wasn't. Or how we touched as if we could break at anytime. Or the fact that we stop all the time and look each other in the eyes for more than a minute, as if that were part of whatever was going on. With that, we said so much. Things that no one else could understand.

She hugged me after she was done, while we waited for our breath to go back to a rhythm that didn't feel like dying. Right after that, she pressed her lips on my forehead and I felt a smile against my skin before she let me go and got up suddenly.

"Are you leaving?" I asked, sounding more scared than I meant to.

"No, you have me all afternoon" She answered grabbing her clothes from the floor "I just want to get dressed."

"I don't see why" I complained.

She smiled but kept doing what she was doing. I just grabbed the sheets above the bed and covered myself with it, hearing the nail polish, that somehow managed to stay on the bed hit the ground. When she was done getting dressed, though she didn't care to put on bottoms, she laid by my side, on her stomach, closing her eyes. The curls fell on her face and she opened a small smile, giving an angelic vibe to the face of someone who had so little of angel in her. I watched her in silence for a moment that was about two minutes. It felt like forever because I was looking at her and she was the best thing I had ever seen and I wanted it to be forever. But it was only two minutes and she opened an almond colored eye under the curls and glared at me.

"You're slipping into one of your pensive moods again" She said.

I sighed, because beyond what just happened and even though I was just admiring her, she was right. I could feel myself floating towards the cloud of turbulent thoughts that were on my brain at any given point. "Get me out of it" I asked.

She turned to her side and got closer to me, I did the same but inching closer to her.

"No, I think it's a good thing" She said, smiling "We need to talk about our feelings"

"We do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course. If we don't do that this whole thing is going to turn into meaningless sex and I don't want that."

"Alright" I said, trying not to laugh "How do you feel about me?"

She acted like she didn't expect the question "You know how I feel about you and I know how you feel about me".

"Wow. 'You know how I feel about you', the most used sentence when someone don't want to tell you how they feel"

She rolled her eyes, going back to a straight face before saying "I love you, isn't it obvious?"

And out of nowhere things became tense. I thought about it for a second, "I know when you're this close to me and when it looks like you're in the right place when you're with me. Or when you look at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. But it's hard to really tell when it comes to you."