Our Reality | Urban

[11]

"Can you shrub my back, babe?" I felt the warmth of the bath and his body heat take over the bathroom.

"Again?" He asked chuckling a deep chuckle.

"You only did it once, and for a short time." I say playfully rolling my eyes and whining.

"Ok. Ok. Turn around, girl." I smile like a child in a candy store. "Then you gotta shrub mine next."

I moan from the tension in my back slowly disappear. "Whatever." I say feeling at ease. "To the right more." I say in a bliss.

He moves to the right more, and smiles. "I'm happy you are mine, you know that?"

"Mhm, sure you are. You just want me to shrub your back longer." I say mumbling.

"Yes and no," he says smirking his ass off. "Come here, baby."

I scoot over to him and hum as I feel his heart pound to a rhythm. I fall deeper into his spell and melt into his arms.

"I'm not going anywhere." He lifts my chin up and looks at me. "Ok?"

I blush and nod, hiding my face back into his chest. "Nah, I wanna hear you say that shit."

"Ok." I say full of love.

I get so lost in my memories that I forget that I am in a world, and I'm just another existence.

I hear a long and loud beep, "my coffee!" My thoughts consume of him as I reach for my coffee.

I move so peacefully, like I'm floating on air. If I feel like this around Erik, why did I leave? I grab the sugar pouring it in.

Watching as the coffee changes color to a deep black, to a caramel tan. I stir my coffee and I take a sip.

My thoughts carry me to the living room. I hear soft melodies like no other play around my small apartment. Picking up beats, I place my coffee down.

I move along to the beat, swiftly picking up my feet, twirling. Land on my feet, twirling again. Drastically landing on my legs. I get up popping my chest in and out aesthetically. My arms spreading out.

"Why does he make me feel like this?" My thoughts soon are only him.

His chocolate, scar skin is all I want to feel. I hold myself closely. Trying to find comfort in my own body.

Am I living for him? Or am I just living in this body?

I look around at my surroundings. This isn't home, it's just a place I can hide from what really hunts me.

I pick up my phone. I'm lost in the moment to stop. I play our favorite song and lose myself, picturing him, watching my dance.

Tears fly freely and I picture him getting up to twirl me around and slow dance with me.

A side no one has seen, but me. A fact I can be sure of. Come back to me Erik.