Tealsville Seas

unable

Valen Smith

I dropped my phone on my desk as if it were on fire.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath, leaning back in my office chair, and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I slammed my left hand down on the desk, slightly wincing at the contact that it made with the surface. I looked down to see what was causing the discomfort and noticed that I'd slammed my hand down so hard, that the built in mirror on top of my desk had shattered. As if life couldn't get any fucking better, glass pieces found their way into my flesh.

Great.

"That was a bad idea." I ignored the blood that started seeping between my fingers and onto my silver rings, looking out of the window which provided a view of the lush and green forest.

I'm not so sure about that. I enjoyed what we saw. If it were up to me, she'd be in our bed and we'd be re-enacting that scene by now.

I rolled my eyes at the voice.

Bringing my hand closer to my face, I decided to patch it up. Honestly, I'd hoped that doing so would distract me from the the event that had occurred just moments before.

"Yeah? Well it's a good thing It's not up to you then." I said in annoyance, pulling out the first aid kit that resided in the bottom left drawer of my desk.

I barley even flinched when I used tweezers to pull out the glass shards and poured alcohol onto the area afterwards.

He wasn't happy with me suddenly ending the call. So as a result he started to grow restless.

As much as I wanted to ignore his pacing from back to forth- it was getting annoying.

"Could you sit the fuck down." I rolled my eyes in frustration and started wrapping up the wound with gauze.

I didn't need it of course, my hand would be healed by morning...I just needed to do something..anything to get her out of my head.

Admit it. You think she's gorgeous. Not to mention sexy. You do know that we share the same brain right? I know what you think about dumbass.

I ignored his words and took the black hair tie out of my head using my right hand. I only pull my hair up when I'm with or seeing Naomi. Any other time I either wear it down or collect it all into a low ponytail. I know that she likes the half up- half down look on me. Her gaze always seemed to linger on my hair and how it showed off my piercings.

The day we first saw each other, I'd just so happened to have it pulled up as a spur of the moment decision and i've made it my "Naomi go to hairstyle" since then.

I momentarily enjoyed the feeling of my strands falling just over my shoulders. 'Momentarily' being the operative word here. My enjoyment was short lived when he piped up again.

What were you thinking about yesterday? Oh that's right...How pretty her hands would look bound above her head or pulling your hair.

Raking my hand through my hair, I continued to act as if I couldn't hear him.

But damn did the motherfucker have a point.

Or what about the day before that. How badly you wanted her hands around our neck, pretty sure you wanted them around our dick too.. and maybe i'm mistaken but I could have sworn you were thinking about her fingers deep inside her-