The E.A. Barket Short Stories

Death Bed

I pulled on my jeans from the floor, stood up and buttoned them, then I pull on my thrasher T-shirt. As soon as I turn around, I see him standing there, leaning against the doorway. His face emotionless.
As a couple minutes pass, I'm the one to break the silence, "Um...I got to go..." I make no move towards the door. I look up, and my eyes stare into his, and I'm vulnerable to him. "This shouldn't have happened, I should have never came here..."
He takes a step towards me, "Your mouth says no, but your eyes say yes." And I'm rooted to my spot. Not because adrenaline runs through my veins again, but because I don't wanna move, and I certainly don't want to leave. I let him walk towards me, and cup my cheek in his large and warm hand, and I melt into his embrace.
He leans in, as to kiss me, and the adrenaline encourages me, and I close the gap, kissing him hard. He wraps his arms around my body pulling me to him. And I'm like butter in his arms. He pushes me onto the large bed, not breaking the kiss. He lifts most of his weight with on of his arms. We soon need to come up for air, but I can't tell he doesn't want to.
He breaks the kiss, breath heavily. I close my eyes, savior if my tingling lips. His free hand starts playing with my horrible knotted bun, that's falling apart, and he releases the clip from my hair letting it fall.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered, so softly I almost didn't hear him.
I don't know what overtakes me, but I shove lightly at his shoulders. When he doesn't move, I shove a little harder. "Let me up, I need to go. This was a mistake." He lifts himself up, and I pull myself up from the bed. I lean down and grab my boots, and my hair clip. I try looking around for my underwear, but it's nowhere in sight. Forget it. As I walk fast towards the forya, and pull the heavy wooden door open. I can feel him behind me, and his warm hand grab my forearm. He pulls me against him, and I look into his blazing black eyes. "It wasn't a mistake, and you know it." Then he lets me go, and shuts the door.

When I get to my flat on the other side of the city, I strip off my day old clothes, and grab some running leggings. It's not like I actually go running, but there comfy to wear. As I was get into a fresh t-shirt, my bedroom door banged open, and I heard a loud and dramatic sigh, and that could only belong to one person.
"What is it, Ethan?" My roommate entered
He sighed again, and flopped onto my bed. "My. Life. Is. Over."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my hairbrush, running it through my silky brown locks.
"What happened this time?" Knowing very well it's about Damien.
"I saw him. Today. Having tea with another man."
"Are you sure it was tea?"
"Focus, Alex! It doesn't matter if it was tea or coffee, or whatever, with another man!"
"Well, maybe...You could...Nope I'm at a loss."
"Ugrh!"
"Wanna paint nails, I could use a new coat of grey." I said examining them closely
"Stop distracting me, Alex, I want Damien back."
"Just...talk to him."
"Yeah, and that went so well with Sebastian?"
"Can we like not talk about me for a second?"
"Don't divert my question with another question."
I gave him my best can this be done now look. And he seemed to get the message.
We sat there for a couple of silent minutes
"Did you say painting nails?"
And I laughed. "How about we go out and go grocery shopping? Liked asked you last night."
"Well I was head to the store when I saw--"
"Oh no, here we go again." I muttered under my breath.

THIS IS NOT QUITE DONE YET.