What's the fun in doing what you're told? I said, "No!"
"Oh give it a rest, I could persuade you"
"I'm not your typical, stoned 18 year old"
"Give me a night I'll make you"
"I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age, but girl I'm not your savior."
Wrestle to the ground, God help me now! -Girls by The 1975
T-shirt, not mine. Nothing else on, just a t-shirt. Soothing sound, calming beats. Slow tempo, rise and fall. Trip, stumble through the house. Unfamiliar rooms, small, trashed. Smells of... "Chocolate" and alcohol.
I reach the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I see now. Hight, short. Body size, petit. Hair, messy. Eyes, tired. Mouth, frowned. Nose, small. Completion, perfect. I look deeper. Past my eyes, I now feel. Eyes closed. I breath, holding on to each moment. No emotion, just warm. I feel nothing.
I leave the bathroom. Headed for the kitchen. I need food, or maybe something else. I search the cupboards, empty. Open the fridge, no food. I stand in the middle of the room. Wondering, no thoughts. I hear foot steps. It's a man. Age of 28.
Jasper, about 6' foot 2. Tall, thin. Strong, but thin. Messy brown hair. Bright green eyes. He reaches the doorway, yawning with a stretch. Running his fingers through his hair. Leaning against the door frame. No shirt. It's on me. Crooked smile shot in my direction.
No words, just silence. Blank stares at each other. Asking questions and getting answers using our eyes. No need for words! Body language says it all. I took a step toward him. He pushed himself off the door frame. Taking small steps toward him, I felt the earth move. Shifting under my feet, pushing me to him.
Standing in the doorway, his arms hung from his body. Awkwardly, Jasper stood there waiting. Waiting for me come closer. We were now inches from touching. I lightly pressed my cold right hand to his warm chest. Resting my other hand at my side.
He pushed his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers. Running his other fingers through his hair. Biting his lip, looking off into the distance. I watched his every move. Steady heart beat. Lengthy breaths. Still silence. No words.
He dropped his hand from his head, and placed it on my hip. Letting his lip go, finally looking me in the eyes. My heart beat picked up speed. Hoping he wouldn't feel it. Jasper smiles. Sliding his hand from my hip, up the shirt. Pressing his hand against my bare back. Pushing me toward him.
I slid my hand from his chest to his waist. Slipping my fingers past the elastic band of his boxers and closing my hand, pushing my fingers and palm to his hip. Our eyes still in contact, locked in place. It's as if he's paralyzed me with his stare.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. It had caught us both off guard. He slipped his hand from my back and I pushed him away from me. Jasper motioned me to go hide in the bed room. I did as he said slightly shutting the door behind me, leaving a small crack to peer through. I could see Jasper slipping on a pair of jeans from the floor. He walked over to the front door and looked through the small hole. Once he got a good look at who it was he quickly unlocked the door and swung it open with joyful force.
"Hey man!" A strong American accent greeted.
"Hey lad!" Jasper replied with his thick British voice. I didn't really pay much attention to what they were saying after that, I just tried listening to their voices as each of their accents filled the room with joy.
I stepped away from the door and gracefully sat on the bed. It was soft and unmade, so I stood back up and fixed the blankets. Once the bed was made I sat back down. Pulling my legs to the side and leaning to the opposite side, placing my hand to the bed and resting some of my body weight on it. I heard the front door close and listened as Jasper made his way through the living room. I watched as he opened the door, stoping as soon as he saw me. He smirked then bit his lip as he looked me up and down. I remained innocently sat on the bed with a feeling I can't quite explain.
Jasper made his was over to me, leaning down as soon as he got close. Now inches from my face I could feel his warm breath against my skin, sending chills through my body. I pushed my face closer to his, our lips almost touching. I now knew the feeling that was coursing through me. Want. It was the feeling of wanting him. I waited for him to make the next move, but shortly became impatient. I placed my hands on each side of his face and pushed my lips to his. He seemed at bit shocked at first but let it happen. I opened my mouth slightly and he pushed his tongue through. Sliding it against mine, I took control and began sucking on it.
I felt him place his hands on my sides, and down we went my head hitting the bed with Jaspers body leaning over mine. What the hell am I thinking.
