Loving Her

CHAPTER SEVEN

I woke up to the sun peaking through the curtains. The smell of lavender strong. I open my eyes to see a beautiful Desi staring at me. I smiled as she smiled back to me. It felt as if time had stop. She kissed my forehead and attempted to sit up. I pushed her back down in a playful way and jumped on top of her. Our naked bodies touching, remembering what happened last night. I leaned closer to her face and brushed my lips  against hers. I could feel her heart beat faster. I began to rub myself against her and moan. She started to moan but I stopped moving. I smirked teasing her. She smirked back and flipped me over. She kissed me.

After a few more minute of that, I got up to take a shower. I had classes today and she went to look for a job. I offered her a job at the gallery I worked at but she declined. Sid it wasn't her style. I didn't argue with her. I kept thinking of her all day. Couldn't get the thought of her soft skin and beautiful curves off my mind. I couldn't wait to see her tonight.

After class, I went to my favorite lingerie store. I wanted to surprise and tease her all night. I was also picking her something sexy as well. I was going to make it a long night with Desi. When I got home, I went to put th items up for tonight. I heard the tv in my room and assumed that it was Desi. I walked in to see Nate. He was back fro his trip a week early. I wasn't ready for this. I haven't decided what I wanted or who I wanted. Nate looked at me and smiled. He jumped out of my bed and ran up to me. He picked me up and spun me around. I smiled  happy to see him. Deep down I was worried and scared but I didn't show it. This is my boyfriend. Desi was, She is. I don't know.

Desi came into the apartment and saw me hugged up against Nate on the couch watching tv. I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want to see the anger or sadness in her eye. She walked further in the living room and with a big smile on her face. She was happy to see Nate. She hugged him and glanced at me. She then walked into the kitchen and yell that she brought Chinese food from Mr. Wong restaurant from around the corner. My favorite. That told me she was expecting it to just be us as well. We haven't talked much about what I would do when he come home. I wanted to avoid that.

I got up and went to help fix the food. When I entered Desi didn't look my way. I knew this situation was getting to her already. I walked to her and leaned against the counter.

"Are we going to talk about this?" I whispered.

"There's nothing to talk about" she responded.

"But-"

"Look he is my brother and you're his girl. This was wrong. But I really like you. So you need to think of this because I tired hurting my brother and getting hurt."

She walked out and went to room. I had tears in my eyes. I wiped them away and took the food to Nate. We ate and watched tv before heading to bed. He stayed the night with me. We had sex all night. He said he really missed me. It was good but it didn't feel right. I thought of Desi the whole time. Wondering what I should do. I laid there while Nate snore his problems away while mine came to mind. What should I do ad what do I want? That all I could think about.

I got up early and went for a jog. It was the only way I knew to clear my mind. I decided to run to the abandon parking garage. I went inside and walked pass the artwork on the walls. I could tell they all had stories. Showing emotions and feelings with every stroke and line. I saw paints on the ground. Most were new some were recent. I assumed they were Desi's because her mural was the most recent one I saw. I grabbed one of the paints and walked to an bare wall. For every stroke a tear fell. Pain from present and pass came to mind. I was telling my story just as the other artist did. I didn't finish the painting though because my story is not yet done.