Skin to Skin

The Confession

      There she was, so beautiful, so delicate. Walking down the aisle. The truth is though, I'm not in love with her. It's the man next to her that has caught my eye. Tall, muscular, wearing a suit that fits just right on his body. That's who has my eye. I don't want to hurt the girl's feelings, but I'm not in love with her. It's just something about that man that makes me want to stay next to this girl and be next to him. He's not that old, I would say around 26 or 27. His daughter is adopted since he's never been with a girl. More like he's never been with anyone. He seems like the type of guy who keeps to himself, but if you do get close to him he's really protective. It seems that way with me at least. I'm around 5'5ft, nowhere near how tall he is though, also I'm a twig so I couldn't really go up against him even if I wanted to. I was mesmerized, the way his long black hair bounced as he walked. I was cut off when I realized I had been staring for too long. She was right in front of me. I had to say she was really attractive, but nowhere near my type.

      "Do you take this man as your wedded husband?" The Officiant said, while looking at the women. "I do." I hear her say. "And do you take her as your wedded wife?" He said while looking at me. I thought long and hard about this. I couldn't do it, I wasn't in love with her. I'm in love with her dad. Could I bring myself to say it? I have to try. I opened my mouth, "I can't" I paused before speaking. "I'm sorry, but I'm not in love with you." She had a confused but sad expression on her face. I continued to say, "I'm in love with him." I pointed at her dad. I felt bad because the second I said that she sprinted off. I looked down. Right then I felt someone lift my chin up. It was her dad. He spoke, "I'm really mad about how you did this to my daughter, but I'm going to need to have a talk with you about what you just said." I blushed at the thought that just came through my mind. Then I came to my senses. He's not going to do what I think he's going to do, Nah, he's definitely going to beat me into a pulp.

I walked out of the church and saw her dad comforting her. A sense of sadness came over me, and I sprinted to my car.

I got home and sat down, and turned on the tv. I laid there for quite some time watching "South Park", I don't even remember falling asleep. Next thing I knew I was jumping up at 2 in the morning to someone banging on my door. Of Course I was mad, I mean, who bangs on someone's door at 2 in the morning. All the anger washed away when I saw him. For some reason he's not all dressed up like he usually is. No not at all, he was wearing plaid pajama pants, and a black t-shirt. Before I could speak he grabbed my neck and pushed me back inside where I felt the wall suddenly hit my back. A tear had left my eyes from the shock of him just doing that. Then the last thing I heard was a hard slapping noise. I opened my eyes after about 10 seconds to find him on the floor, face to my knees, and hugging my legs so tight I was about to fall to the floor. I didn't know what to do so I started running my hands through his hair to help calm him down.

      "What's the matter?" I asked hoping he would answer.
"I- I didn't mean to hit you." He sobbed, hugging my knees tighter. With that I hit the ground and I was now behind him.

       He hopped up and helped me up as he was wiping his face with his shirt. I blushed, I can't believe I'm looking. Since he was using his shirt to wipe his face, I got a tiny view below his shirt. I felt eyes on me so I looked up and saw him staring at me.
"Did you like what you saw, or something?" His smirk expression showed he was joking around, but yet I stuttered. "I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking." I looked down, but he grabbed my chin and made me look up. "Look at me when I am talking." He whispered in my ear like there were a bunch of other people in the room. "I'm sorry sir." I quickly replied hoping he wouldn't become more mad. "Good." He smirked. "You know if you liked what you saw you should've just told me." With that he took off his shirt and threw it on 'MY' couch. "Excuse me sir, but I don't think my couch is your laundry hamper." I said pointing at the couch in disapproval. With that he walked over to the couch and picked up the shirt. "Where's your hamper?" He asked, looking around. I pointed toward the bathroom door.

      He came running out like death was chasing him, and jumped on, again, 'MY' couch. Who in the world does this man think he is? Because I know for sure he ain't going to disrespect my place like this. He ain't no president.
"Don't jump on my couch you potato." I said, shaking my head. "Sorry." He said quickly, motioning me to come sit next to him. "Can we watch a movie, please?" He said with a pouty face. I don't understand how one man can have so many different kinds of personalities. First, he's rude, then he was sad, now he's flirty. And now he's acting like a complete baby. "Fine." I rolled my eyes.

      I scrolled through Netflix trying to find a movie. I picked one out and went to make popcorn. I came back a few minutes later and he's curled up on the couch 'sleeping'. Seriously, he literally just asked to watch a movie. I walked over to him with a blanket, I sat for a good couple seconds. He wouldn't mind right? I'm sure he wouldn't, with that I climbed on top of him and got comfortable. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me, and a few minutes later, I fell asleep.