Something About Today

4. someone new

Three | Beatrice Miller 

He watches me. Not in a weird stalker way, but a way that has me fidgeting with the end of the towel that's wrapped like a turban around my head. I shouldn't have said that, why did I say that? He's going to think I'm some hormonally crazed monster who walks up to hotel rooms w Mkith random men.

Not even an hour ago I was saying goodbye to my boyfriend of three years. A boy who took all my firsts. Now I'm in the presence of a stranger. A man who looks at me like I'm his next meal.

"Don't do that," he whispers.

I look up from the ground and meet his blistering blue eyes, "do what?"

"I know I've only known you for a few minutes, hell, I still don't even know your name. But I've been watching you. You hide away when the attention is on you," he says. "You stutter, and you blush. You are this beautiful, bold women, and yet you act like a shy teenager. Why?"

My mouth opens, completely without words.

I have always known that I am a shy person. It's just a fact I've grown to live with since I was a baby. But no one has ever just come out and bluntly told me my faults. I feel exposed, even in my white fluffy robe.

"I don't know," I mumble. "I guess I've never had to think about it."

"Well, stop it. If you have things to say, say them proud. If you feel something, express that emotion. If you hold this stuff in and hide behind the stutters and the blush, no one will see you how I see you."

I'm panting now. This man has me in the palm of his hand, and despite the fact that he's a stranger, despite the fact that I still don't even know his name; I am willing to let him do with me what he pleases. One night of something new. I can practically taste the ecstasy on my tongue.

"And how do you see me?" I ask, begging for him to move. To touch me. Make me feel alive.

"You," he pauses and steps closer to me. Our bodies practically touching. "Are beautiful, and if it weren't for the gentleman inside of me, I would show you just how beautiful I think you are."

"Please," I shake. "Show me."

Suddenly, as if the last few moments hadn't just happened, he wraps his large warm hands around my face and tugs me in. His lips meet mine in an electric shock, and I'm putty in his hands. His tongue shoots out and skims over my bottom lip, releasing a shudder from my body. Sounds I didn't even know I could make are coming out of my mouth, and a fire I've never felt is burning up my body.

"The robe . . . take it off." I beg between short breaths.

He unties the robe and pushes it back. A growl escapes his mouth when he realizes that underneath the robe, I'm wearing nothing but my damp bra and underwear.

He moves my hair away from my shoulder and places light kisses all the way up until he meets my neck. I push myself into him. I need this right now. And I need him to give it to me.

"Patience my little butterfly, we have all night."

I smile, knowing that at this moment, the girl I left at the restaurant will not be the girl to walk out of this hotel.