VIXEN

8.

Lorenzo.

5:34 a.m. Sunday,

"Lorenzo..." Lorraine groaned, poking me in the face. "Wake up."

"Why are you waking me up this early?" I said half asleep. "Don't you have to go work?"

"Nah, I'm off on Sunday's." I said laying on my back. "Oh, my bad." She said laying next to me. She put her leg over my waist, and her head on my chest. "Don't you think boyfriend is worried about you?" I randomly asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care, but I'm going to go take a shower." She said getting up and walking to the bathroom. Seconds later, I heard the water running, and her scent lurking from the bathroom. I pulled out my sketch pad and flipped through the many drawings I had of Lorraine and myself.

Drawing was the only hobby I had, it helped throughy my depression: besides cutting myself. My recent one was a drawing of Lorraine naked; an expression of her beautiful body. I colored her tattoos, bringing more meaning to the drawing.

Lorraine said that her tattoos were meaningful: never wanting to forget her struggles in life. My tattoos always reminded me of the person I used to be, and I would never want to forget him, either.

"Is that me?" Lorraine asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, I drew it the other night."

"Why am I naked?" She asked pulling the pad from my hands. "I just think you have a beautiful body."

"How did you know what I looked like naked?"

"Not to sound perverted, but when you came over here the night you were raped, you were covered in blood, so I gave you a bath."

"I love it."

"Thank you." I said finally looking up. She was only in a towel, hair dripping. I was getting aroused, "Tell me a secret about you." I said trying not to be noticed. "I told you everything to know about me."

"Not from your past, maybe something that you love?" I asked, being more specific. "Sex."

"Sex?" I repeated. "Yeah, I can be a freak." She smirked, making my face feel hot. "Tell me something you love."

"You." I mumbled, but I don't think she heard me. "Huh?"

"I don't know, drawing, weed?" I said unsure of what to say. "Anything else you love?" She questioned. I had a clue of what she was trying to do: she wanted me to tell her that I love her, and I do, I think.

"I love you, but I'm not sure." I admitted loud and clear. "How are you not sure?"

"I have never loved anyone, so I don't know what it feels like."

"How do you feel?" She asked, making me laugh at her everyday question.

"I don't know..." I said not wanting to admit to my feelings. "Please tell me." I shrugged my shoulders. I was afraid; afraid of her not feeling the same.

She sat in my lap, kissing my on my lips. I slid my hands to her waist, and pulled her closer. I felt myself rising, and I was more than sure that she felt it.

"You excited?" She mumbled into the kiss. She started to grind on me, making me moan. I wasn't ready for sex, no matter how much I wanted to. "Lorraine..." I mumbled through the kiss.

"Hm?" She started to kiss down my neck giving me hickies. "I think..." I couldn't even finish what I was trying to say. She pushed me back on the bed, ripping my shirt off.

Woah dere. You mad or nah?

(Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?)