The Man with Little Words

Part 8

I jammed the key into my apartment door. I wrapped my hand around the knob and turned it with no motivation to actually enter. I took off my shoes and threw my pack on the futon. I went to the fridge to find a beer. I never appreciated beer but it was the only thing I could afford as a broke college student. I took a seat on my retro futon and turned on the television. I scrolled through the guide not finding any show to satisfy my longing for good entertainment. I had a cute bench seat by my window and sometimes I liked to just look out and observe. It had always been weird to me to see how everyone's life was unraveling right in front of me. How the cards being dealt to them were thrown like darts. I sat on the bench and opened the window. I heard children screaming, mothers crying, dads yelling, the sound of punches hitting the skin of a young girl who is simply trying to survive by selling the only thing she has left. Then I heard the sound of tires slowly coming to a stop on the wet pavement.

My vision is not 20/20. I gazed out the window and saw a black car. I assumed it was Scotts. I didn't know if I wanted to make the choice to confront him, or if I wanted to wait for him to come to me. It took a lot of courage but I ran out of my apartment. Made my way out the front doors and ran towards the car. There he was, just sitting in the drivers seat. I asked him where he's been. Of course his sly words never failed to draw me closer to him. He told me that paper work was causing him to be caught up. I didn't even know what job he had. I didn't know where he worked. I knew absolutely nothing about him but it felt like I knew everything. I said, "You could have came up and not stalked me from you car." I giggled in hopes he would know I was joking. His facial expression did not change. He remained stern and cold. Did I look like that all the time? No wonder people think I'm a bitch. I rolled my eyes at him and started to walk away. He asked me where I was going and I scolded him. I marched back to the car, I got in his face and made it clear that communication is key for my happiness. He had nothing to say. I would say he was shocked into silence. I turned and headed back to my apartment in disappointment. Then I heard the car door open. My head swayed around and to watch him slide out of the drivers seat. I kept walking and he swept me off my feet. I laughed in joy that he made the choice to come upstairs. He cradled me in his arms and brought me to my apartment. Still in his arms I opened the door and he brought me to my bed.

I spread out on the bed. He began kissing my neck and with the touch of his lips on my skin my body shivered with excitement. With every kiss "sorry" slipped from his lips. He made his way down each of my arms. Then down my chest and stomach. Lastly down my legs. I felt like a queen. He was acknowledging every inch of my body. My scars, my imperfections. He appreciated all of it and no guy had done that before. There is a first for everything.