Those moments as you wake are bliss. They can’t be found anywhere else. As I stretch out, I feel a delicious ache that speaks of a debaucherous night where my body was played like a fine violin. I can’t help but smile.
“I told you, you’d feel me even when I wasn’t in you.”
And just like that, my bliss evaporates. John stands, leaning against the doorjamb of his en-suite. His body is the thing of Greek statues and sonnets. The smile on his face is a look of smug satisfaction that not even his low-slung towel and wet body can distract from.I school my features to protect my already fractured heart. John wants me only as his in-house booty call. I see him as so much more.
‘”Never again,” I vow silently, but who am I kidding?
I glance at his bed side clock.
“Shit, why didn’t you wake me?”
He shrugs his shoulders before dropping his towel.
Family breakfast is a mandatory requirement in the Cummingham-Hall household – like some bastardized modern-day version of The Walton’s.
I feel him before I see him. Warm fingertips slip down my arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I shiver to my core. He’s my kryptonite. Slowly, he sinks into the seat beside me, his nose brushing up my neck to my ear.
“Do you still feel me?” he asks, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
I gasp, pushing him away as my mother sits opposite us.
John’s hand finds my thigh, inching higher.
“We have an announcement.” my step-father starts.
I push Johns hand away and hurry away from the table. Tears fill my eyes. Hopes are crushed, and I feel dirty. There is more than just sex between us now. There’s blood too.
Prompt: family breakfast
Word Count: 300 words