ALEX

A MOMENT

He is no Alex I know that much. His eyes do not shimmer the way that Alex's aquatic eyes shimmer when the sun hits them. His touch will never be as soft and warm as Alex's but that's alright because as I lay here next to Kit I realize that I adore him just the way that he is. I love the way his firm hands mold me into comfort or the way his dark glare sends me in an abyss of mystery where I ponder on how many hairs rest on the top of his head.

I don't think I'll ever tell him how I feel about him, I rather things be that way. I rather that he knows less so that when the moment happens that I give him more of me, that he'll come back for more. I'm not the hottest thing around and playing hard to get shouldn't be something on my to do list but I love the way he tenses up the moment I shut him down or turn away from his many attempts of kissing me.

He can do better than me and we both know that. Why does he stick around and entertain me? That I will never know but the little time that I spend with him that turns into days of adventure is what I look forward too each time he comes knocking at my door and crashes on my couch.

Today though is a different story. He's invited me over to his place which isn't much compare to my place. We dined on the meal he's prepared for us, he played a few tunes on his guitar, we played a bit of strip poker which ended up being the worst moment of my life with him because between arguing that he might have cheated the entire game in order to see me naked, I find myself wrapped in his arms. His bare chest on mine pressing my breasts firmly while his lips converse with mine. I've never felt so vulnerable as I do now.

"I don't cheat," he whispers in my mouth.

And I believe him. I just honestly suck at playing strip poker.

Yet, while in his arms I forget my insecurities and the fact that I am not a thin lil' thing. He's got me in his grasp fat and all, yet that doesn't phase him because the truth is...I don't think that he cares about how I look. No. Not the way he stared into my eyes like I meant the world to him.

Now that...Alex has never given me.

A moment.

And with that moment Kit and I kiss passionately until we fall in bed tackling our flesh upon each other. I grow tired of wrestling and pushing him away that I find myself wrapping my legs around his waist inviting him into the mess that is me. The young lady he sees lying there underneath him torn and hurt.

"Don't...."- I pause.

He kisses my forehead. "I will never hurt you," he assures me, but that is not what I planned on saying.

"Ever leave me," I continue on with my sentence as I give myself to Kit. A part of me that no one has ever seen, a part of me that Alex has never reached.

And all it took was a moment....

A moment.