Silent

~4~

"It was completely mind blowing, earth shattering and award winning sex. Honestly, I didn't even know diplomats knew how to fuck so good, I had assumed they usually lay still and just took it like a man. Mhmm, He certainly granted me my wish." Fallon gloated and chuckled a bit at her little joke.

I could barely hear what she said, in fact sex was a foreign word to me now, my vagina had become a lost kingdom, waiting to be conquered.

"If he was so good, why are you here right now instead of at his place, did you dash out early so he wouldn't ask you to 'dtf'?" Laughing at her facial expression. It was no secret to me that she had been bad at commitment, no matter how many times she fell in-love, she rarely ever stayed with them.

As much as i hated hearing her gloat about her 'fabulous' sex with Grant, whom i have yet to meet, I couldn't help but wonder when I was going to experience that mind blowing orgasm that my friends talk about, even Keem, one of my greatest friends, has told me its 'therapeutic' and i could use a little therapy right now.

My thoughts on hot and heavy sex were soon followed by thoughts on Belofte. It was wrong for me to even think about it but I couldn't help it and I didn't want to.

It had already been two weeks, grated two weeks of silent observation, the man didn't speak much. However, in those two weeks I picked up a-lot about him; he hates coffee so he has hot chocolate on mornings instead, he blindfolds him self for inspiration(which did spew a few dirty thoughts on my part), he's close to his mother seeing as he calls her practically everyday and he uses the office gym every Wednesday and friday night( which i only know because I accidentally saw him heading in to take a shower one night when i was finishing a project).

My infatuation with him grew each day and not only "cause he was a nice tall glass of dark chocolate" as Fall likes to call him.
It is because his art is beautiful. The textures (rough and rigid or smooth and milky), the use of colours (usually symbolic to feeling) and the stories each stroke of his brush conveyed had me mesmerized and I was starting to wonder if this feeling was going to go away because it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but him when he was around.

He was addicting.
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