Sleeping Positions

1: Chase

Chapter 1: Chase  

  I couldn't help the small amount of guilt invade my thoughts after driving away. The only thing I needed to focus on was driving. It didn't matter that the touch of her lips still lingered on my cheek, but I couldn't find it in my to rub it off. It was just a simple kiss, I know.

 However, it was the only thing I could hold onto. This was the only thing I had to remind me that there is potential hope for us. 

   All it takes for her is a simple brush of the lips to my cheek for me to feel the electrical current pass through me. Great. I must be a masochist because all I want is to be electrocuted over and over again.

  Gladly, I knew exactly where to go to get the thrill. 

    Leaving my car down the street from the apartment complex, the guilt started to creep up on me. I only had an hour before work and that was all the time I needed.

It was enough time to fulfill my... needs.  

   Barging through the apartment door of D6, I was immediately attacked by her. Even after a few visits I still couldn't remember her name. Claire, Christy, Candis, or Candy? I'm pretty sure it started with a C. I think Candy suited her the most, but I'll just stick with babe to be safe.  

    "Let me guess, another quickie?" She purred. 

   I didn't even bother with replying because in the next second her blood red lips were on mine. God, her full lips were suffocating me already. Pushing her body to the wall, I began trialling my lips down her neck. "What did I say about kissing me?" I growled.  

   She moaned when I bit the skin that joined her neck to her shoulder. "I can kiss you anywhere except for the lips." With that stated, she quickly got down on her knees and undid my pants.  

There it is again: the guilt.  

    I didn't mind though. I've been getting accustomed to this feeling. I brushed it aside and continued with this part of my daily routine. I needed this. This was just one way to get back at her. This was my way of relieving my stress.  

 Everything about Candy was just wrong. Her hair wasn't the right shade of blonde. Her eyes were the exact opposite shade of blue. Her skin was matted on with a bit of too much make up. Her lips were too full and pouty. Her frame didn't even fit that well with mine. 

But she was the closest thing to Sophia. 

 I knew this was wrong. Hell, it was a rule of life that cheating is a bad thing. But is this even considered cheating? It's strictly physical. No strings attached. Candis, Candy, whatever her name is, is nothing more than a body to me. 

 Thinking about it was all wrong. On the other hand, nothing ever seemed to be right either. To be frank about it, every single thing about my life just seemed askew. I didn't need to think about it much though because that would just further complicate things. I'll just take things one at a time for now.

Finishing up, I got up and headed straight to the bathroom. Guilt was already tattooed onto my body. God, I don't even know to do anymore. I shouldn't even be here right now.

     "What's happening to me," I mumbled to my reflection. My gray eyes just seemed dull. My brown hair lacked it's luster. Hell, I looked as if I aged six years instead of six months. With a splash of cold water, I couldn't help but still feel the disgust with myself. I had to have meaningless sex to get the equivalence of the feelings I get from a simple kiss from Sophia.  

Sophia.  

This was all because of her. The cheating was to get back at her. That is my only justification for doing all of this.

     Closing the box of self loathing and disgust, I exited the apartment building without a word to Candy. That's how it's been for the past couple of weeks. At first I would just go out and sleep around, but that became tiring after a few months. I made arrangements with Candy awhile ago. I just needed things to be no strings attached. The only string that I needed to attach myself to was Sophia; however, there was always the feeling that it would break.  

    It was just going to be another day at the office for me and nothing else. I just needed to walk away from this apartment as if nothing happened.  

    Feeling the vibration emitting from my cell phone, I picked it up and stared at the new picture text.  

Sophia.  

Sophia and another man.  

     It was at an odd angle where I could only see Sophia's face and the back of the man. His arms were placed smugly on top of her hips, almost as if was pulling her body flush with his. The thing that got me the most was the fact that she looked like she wasn't objecting to the physical contact. She encouraged it. Sophia's arms were wrapped around his neck and she was standing on the tips of her toes to gain some height. Her eyes were closed. It seemed as if her lips were puckered. They were kissing. I'm pretty sure of it.  

I need a drink.

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Not the greatest chapter that I've written. But trust me, I will get better. I'm going to come back and slowly edit this and change it up a bit by adding even more detail.

I told ya it would be different from the original :P I decided to use Chase's point of view on the alternating chapter. Why? Because I felt like it. It's also to put emphasis that this story is basically based around him. 

It's weird doing a first point of view, especially when it's a guy. It feels weird. I'm not that much of a stream of concious type of writer since I'm used to a more formal writing style. G'awh. 

Hope ya liked it :P 

-Ria