𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋

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Just the right timing. You're going to the club with two of our workmates, Felicity and Amara. Since it's the club you're going to and it's also your day off, you'll be out until late like after 12.

Giving me more than enough time to do what I need to. I put the hood up of my black hooded jacket as you walked straight past me in my car. I pretend to be on my phone. Knowing the light would illuminate my face, I make sure to turn the brightness down previously. Anytime these moments occurred (there were a rarity, I'm good at hiding) I would feel my heart beat so fast it created a completely different tune.

Luckily, you're on your phone and don't notice me at all. I don't get out of the car straightaway because that would just be too risky. Instead I wait. A good 10 minutes. Before I get out of my car.

The air's chilly and it hit like a wave. I zip up my jacket just a bit more as I make the short stroll to yours. This is such a big moment for us, I'm finally getting to see your home. Really see it. Not just through the perspective of some glass and the figments of my imagination.

I'm mustering up the courage as of now but I know you're going to see mine soon, also. Tell me how nice it looks, how much you would like to stay the night with me. Light up some candles, read some books, watch an old rom-com and fuck on the couch.

Real couple stuff. It was just a matter of time.

Going in through the front door was a recipe for disaster, really. It draws attention to me, the neighbours are literally right there watching. So instead of setting myself up like that, I go to the back garden and search for any chance of a spare key.

Most people think that it's smart and safe for them to leave their keys underneath the mat of the back door. But usually, it's one of the first places someone would look. Which meant you're smarter than to leave it there. I keep looking around. In plant pots, the tiny little fountain you have for the small rock pool in the left corner by the fence. I try not to startle the frog on the lily pad, but he hops back in the water as soon as I went searching.

Nothing. I'm running out of time.

Right when I'm about to lose hope, it's there. The old, browning bird box. A slight surge of hope rushes through as I pace over there. Even before I can grab them, the clinking of metal lets me know I had found what I was looking for.

I open the back door, inviting myself in. You don't have any alarms which is a rookie mistake. Anyone could walk in here, gorgeous. You need to learn how to protect yourself better.

The first thing I'm met with is your kitchen. The decor was pretty, the humorous signs and abstractly cultural paintings makes everything look more homey. A clear reflection of you.

Your living room's nice too. There's still a blanket sprawled across the sofa, like it was what you were curled up in before you left. I pick it up in my hands, letting my fingers entangle in the soft material.

Slowly, I wrap it around myself. My heart starts to flutter a bit as I shut my eyes. Imagining your body wrapped around me in a sweet, cozy embrace. I'm your hero and you never want me to let go. I keep the blanket wrapped around me as I head upstairs. To the room I most desperately to see up close.

It's just preparation for later on, when we finally get together and I start to come over more often.

The cute black and white tapestry is the first thing that made me smile in admiration. You put in effort to make things look nice, to show off reflections of you. Could black and white represent how simple you are? How mainly the simple things make you happy?

If so, that's a beautiful reflection.

Up on the wall hold many pictures. It's funny how perfectly imperfect they were all placed. A beautiful array coded due to the meaning held in them — family was all on the left side of your event board, friends on the right and bestfriends significantly in the middle.

I already know what picture of us is going to be there.

On Brighton beach, since I know you like the calm of the seaside but weren't fussed about particular destinations or Instagram-worthy sands. Just the sound of the waves would suffice you.

It'd be a selfie, which I'd reluctantly agree too since I hate selfies but love you, and you'd be the one holding the phone. A big kiss would be planted against your right cheek by me, warranted a reaction none other than a big, cheesy grin.

And while the greying clouds and glaring sun would wash out the photo, you'd still look at it as some Warhol-esque artistry. So it'd be stuck right in the middle of your event board. Regarding all the messy notes that spiralled across and around it.

Soon, my attention averts to other things around the room since I know I'm not getting alot of time with you alone like this. It's when I see it that my heart falls out of my arse. It being there in the flesh was highly intimidating. Only ever got to see it watching you so for it to be up close and personal was just...

My fingers shake as they skim across the handle. Taking  a deepbreath, I pull open the drawer. Judgement and good morals had left my side. As soon as I lay my eyes upon the drawer's contents.

They knew I'm not going to be needing them for what I do here.

It almost feels like I'm touching you when I brush my hands across them; the sheer, lacy fabric makes my heart race. It really felt like it was you for a good moment. The more I get that feeling on my nerves of my fingertips, the more I need it.

I know I can't take too many; that would look very weird. And I know I can't take them from the top either. So, very carefully, I dip my hand under the stack of underwear and picked up the first one I can grab from under there.

These are pretty also. Bikini type of underwear. The fabric's sheer and the colour's burgundy. Burgundy on you... God. Not even for me- for anyone it'd be a torture method to try and keep their hands off of you.

I smirk a little to myself before shoving the underwear into my pocket. I close the drawer and keep looking.

Treasuring my moments with you.