A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Work Now?

I feel my body sway lightly as a seagull squawks above me. My eyes settle on the palm tree that holds up the hammock in front of us. The sound of waves crashing on the shore find my ears.

I watch as her eyes flutter open and focus on something. I know why we're here. I don't want to leave this. I don't want to pretend to do this with a different person for a camera. I want to stay here. Where her back continuously presses against my bare chest as we gently sway in the hammock.

I sigh, deeply. I want to stay here. In this peacefully sedated state, where his hand is placed on my hip, legs intertwined and feeling his chest rise and fall with each aching breath.

I feel her heart beat slightly as her back presses hard against my chest. I have a feeling she's at unrest. I don't want her to see me work. Not for this movie. I know it's probably painful for her to see me being with another girl. I would be the same.

I was a little hesitant about him taking this role. But, hey, we get to go to Hawaii. However, even though we're on a beach in Maui, I would much rather be in our small apartment in Seattle, watching the rain patter on the skylight above our bed with our dog, Kenny. In pure bliss with no distractions.

She can't possibly enjoy watching me work, even though she says she does. I mean if she were in my position and I were in hers, I would most definitely speak my mind about her kissing some other guy. I would rather yank my eyes out of my head than watch that unfold in front of me. She means too much to me.

I glance at my watch and he has two more minutes till his break is over. Now, I really wish we were back in Seattle.

It's a shame, but I would much rather be back home right now than here on this beautiful Hawaiian beach. I want to be in our kitchen, with her in my lap as I sit on the counter stool. Her lips perfectly synced with mine. I would tell her that I love her after every single kiss. And after a while, she would finally say that she loves me too. I would tell her not to say "too" because it just sounds like she is agreeing with me and nothing else. Then, I would latch my lips with hers and pull her even more closer to me.

I move my body so my face is turned to him and my chin is placed on his sternum. His body is relaxed, but his eyes are frantic. He doesn't want to go either.

Her eyes are placed on mine again. A heat erupts within me. God, she's got me so hooked. She's like a drug I could never get recovery from rehab. My ever-so lethal drug.

I wonder what it would be like without him. What would my life look like? It wouldn't be so complicated. I would have a better relationship with my mother. I wouldn't have had to shed so many tears. But I could only use one word for a life without him: miserable. My life wouldn't be fulfilled without him.

It takes me a while to notice that we have been staring at each other for a little too long. I love that. That we can do that. That we can have this elongated stare with each other and not get embarrassed to look away. It seems like we are the only couple that I know that does that.

His supple lips form a smile and I let out a giggle. I don't know what it is, but whenever he smiles at me, I have the unbearable urge to smile as well. He looks so beautiful when he smiles.

Her alarm goes off and I groan. I can't leave her. Or I'm going to have to make her stay here. She's not coming to see me do things with my costar. I'm going to try to be super persuasive. I don't care if she gets mad at me, I won't let her watch me in pain.

He groans as my alarm goes off. I do the same. As I turn it off the device, a piece of hair falls down in front of my face. "Work now?"

I pull the hair from her face and place it behind her ear. When she looks at me again, I shake my head. I stare at her for a little, expecting her to contradict me. She doesn't. She wants to stay here. She wants to stay in the place where she's mine and I am hers.