Woman, Woman

WOMAN, WOMAN PT. III

As always, the feedback’s been amazing. So, thank you for that :) Also, there’s a few verses mentioned alone this chapter. The first one is from In Your Atmosphere by John Mayer (I’ll be using it again in future chapters) and then I strongly recommend listening to Limit To Your Love by James Blake while you read the last section of this chapter. Enjoy xx

                        EDGE OF DESIRE

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Two days have gone by and you’ve never missed her this much. Maybe it’s because magical words were said or maybe it’s because those words really are true. You can’t stop thinking about her and it’s killing you. You love her, you do, but maybe she distracts you a tad too much for your taste.

For instance, you’re in class right now. The professor is writing exam-like questions on the white board. You should be paying attention, obviously. You should be writing them down. But are you? No, you’re not. You’re writing Cara’s initials all over your notebook while thinking of her silky blonde locks and her beautiful lips and her mesmerizing eyes… sigh. How you wish so desperately she came back from wherever she is. How you wish she came back to rescue you from exam season. How you wish you could just fly to some desert island with her and live there forever. How you wish you could recreate some scenes from The Blue Lagoon with her in said island.

You’re awakened from your daydream when you feel your phone vibrate on top of the table. It makes a weird sound so you quickly pick it up before everyone starts staring.

You feel your cheeks heating up, your heart rate increasing and tingles all over your body when you see it’s a new text from Cara. You want to read it but Matilda’s right next to you and the chances of her sneaking a peek are incredibly high. You put your phone on your lap and make sure nobody’s looking.

You unlock it and almost die when you realize it’s not a text but a photo. Her eyes look tired and she has a bunch of unnecessary make-up on. What makes your stomach flip is the pout she’s throwing at the camera. She looks so fucking adorable and you just want to kiss it away.

baby entertain me. Im so bored :(((((

Thankfully the professor tells the class to take a break. You tell Matilda you’re going home and curiously enough she doesn’t make any questions about it. You figure she’s probably as bored as you. You call a cab and head straight home.

When you’re finally alone in your cozy flat you throw yourself on your bed and immediately call Cara.

“What took you so long?” It’s what you hear after not even two seconds of it ringing.

You smile and roll your eyes playfully.

“Be glad I even called you.”

You can almost hear her pouting.

“Don’t be mean.” You hear her fumble around with something and then everything goes quiet again until you hear her breathing on the other side again. “Sorry. I’m having my hair done.”

“Would you prefer if I called you later?” You ask regretfully. You would let her go if you had to, but you really want to hear her voice some more.

“No! Please don’t go.” She nearly cries. It makes you smile. You stay silent for a few moments thinking of something to say when she beats you to it. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” You pause and then add, “I miss you so fucking much it hurts.”

You hear her sigh into the phone and you frown, sighing as well. The noise in the background increases substantially and then she mumbles something until you stop hearing anything. You realize the line went dead.