All American: One Shots

When I Was Your Man

The bed was cold.

And as he ran his fingertips against the duvet, it was hollow.

Empty.

The body that used to occupy the space had not been there.

For 3 months to be exact.

Yet every morning when he woke, he would feel the other side of the bed.

It was a habit he started that soon became a part of his morning routine.

He knew he wouldn't find anything on the other side of the bed. He knew it would be empty like it had been for the past three months.

Still, every morning when he woke, he wished that it wasn't. That he would one day wake up and she would be right beside him again.

It only happened once out of the three months they'd been separated. The weekend his mother had gotten married.

"I haven't moved on,".

The words he said to Olivia that same evening now filled his brain along with the images that came flooding in right after. Leaving a brief smile to occupy his lips.

Closing his eyes he let out a shaky breath holding onto that feeling. His fingers on his left hand danced across the duvet as he thought back to that night.

How his hands roamed her body, cupped her breasts, and squeezed her thighs. How he kissed every inch of her skin from her lips all the way down to her toes.

Somehow he knew it would be the last night they would sleep together. The last night his eyes would have the honor to roam her body. Like a statue in Rome, he admired every inch of her. Making sure to pay extra attention to all her perfect imperfections.

The ones she would complain about when they were together. The ones he used to tell her how much he loved every single one of them. The smile that was supposed to be brief overstayed it's welcome.

He now thought about how her cheeks would heat up turning to a darker shade of pink, and her smile would go soft at his words.

He remembered how there were little words spoken that night between them. They didn't want to say anything that could dampen the mood or cause them to stop.

Instead, they both made sure to focus on what they both so desperately craved. What they so desperately needed at that moment. Which was each other.

Trying to move past the elephant in the room. The rational reason why this wouldn't be a great idea. Still not one of them made a move to stop.

An unspoken agreement as they locked eyes before closing the distance between one another. Before they were dripping with sweat. Before their bare bodies were tangled beneath the sheets. Before they cuddled against one another, and for the first time in what felt like forever had a full night's rest.

Just like his smile, the images disappeared bringing him back to his cold and empty bedroom. One that was once filled with her belongings now left him with an empty drawer and a missing toothbrush by his in the bathroom sink.

As much as he threw himself in the arms of other girls. As much as he wanted them to fill the void he missed. As much as he wanted them to occupy the space beside him in his bed, they didn't last long enough to warm it.

Like a ghost in the night, they would come and go appearing when he called and leaving before he could ask them to stay.

The alarm on his phone reminded him that reality was waiting for him outside of the comfort of his bed. He needed to get up, and even though some days were hard, he still forced himself to do it.