As I turn over, the clock reveals the time: "9:56." I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at the window's gentle glow. Just as I'm about to stand, a soft tug on my shirt catches my attention—it's Lottie.
With a raspy, sleepy voice, she whispers, "Please don't leave." She rubs her eyes, drawing me closer.
As I glance at the time again, I pause, considering my options. My mind drifts to my mum, likely lost in drugs and alcohol, making me realise she probably won't even notice i'm gone.
I decide to lie back down. Lottie's warm smile lights up the room as she delicately plays with the material of my shirt.
She draws even closer, her leg resting over mine, and her arm gently wraps around my neck as she settles half on top of me.
With a soft sigh, I reach out to gently stroke Lottie's hair, my fingers entwining in its silky strands. I feel our hearts beating in sync. Her sleepy eyes gaze at me, and a sense of comfort washes over us both. In this secure embrace.
As I continue to play with her hair, a hushed yet confession escapes from Lottie's lips, "I love you." The weight of those three words hangs in the air. She loves me? sensing her nervousness, she starts to apologise, "I-i'm sorry" she says quietly. But I gently place a finger on her lips, halting her words.
With a soft smile and my heart racing, I reassure her, "I love you too" The room seems to brighten as a genuine sense of happiness fills the space between us. We share a knowing look, and any lingering doubts dissipate.
Our lips meet in an intimate kiss, a soft touch that sparks a gentle warmth between us. As she moves closer, her presence becomes more enveloping, she climbs on top of me and straddles my thighs, her kisses begin to become sloppier as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I find myself gently placing my hands on her waist, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips, savoring the closeness of our bodies. She removes her shirt, a shy smile graces her lips, only making the moment more intriguing.
She pulls me closer, and with a quick gesture, my shirt joins hers on the floor. Her touch on my exposed skin is gentle and deliberate.
As our lips meet once more, she whispers, "You're so beautiful," the words laced with genuine admiration. In response, I find myself entwining my hands around her bare back, drawing her closer in an embrace that feels like it's enveloping our very souls.
She moves a hand down to my inner thigh and moves her head to my neck, planting kisses everywhere.
Suddenly, a knock at the bedroom door startles us, and Lottie quickly gets off me. In a rush, I hide under the blanket, unsure of who might be coming in. "Yeah?" Lottie calls out, trying to maintain composure.
I hear the door creak open, and a man's voice speaks, asking her to take her pills. "Okay," Lottie replies.
After the man leaves, she uncovers me and gently brushes my messy hair away from my face. Leaning down, she gives me one last tender kiss. "You need to go get your pills, Lot," I whisper, aware of the reality we need to face.
She lets out a sigh, and with a final kiss, she says, "Fine, we'll do this another time."
"Of course," I respond, appreciating the bittersweet moment.
