The Egg Said Nothing - Caris O'Malley [13]
“It’s more about how I feel,” she said.
“How do you feel?” I asked, terrified.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” she said. “But then I realize I don’t even know you. I mean, how much can you learn about someone over the course of a few hours?”
Her words hung in front of her like storm clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance. “Maybe that sort of thing doesn’t matter,” I said.
“I just wonder about tomorrow. Will we look back and realize how retarded we were being?”
“We’ll just have to see, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess.” She laid her head down on my chest. My fingers ran through her hair. It was silky, soft and perfect. I inhaled deeply, capturing as much of her smell as I could in the hope that, as my body used the oxygen, some part of her would become a part of me, so that when she’d walk away tomorrow, my heart destroyed and this day forgotten, I would have something.
But, for now, she was sleeping lightly on my chest. I felt her warmth pressed up against me. Her feet were curled up behind her, tucked protectively in the couch. My dungeon looked much more welcoming because of her presence. I never wanted her to leave.
I felt myself drifting away, happier than I could ever remember.
* * *
“Hey,” I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes a crack. The room was bright with light. It looked foreign, and it took a moment for me to remember where I was. And then to remember that last night’s situation hadn’t been a dream.
“Hey,” I replied, looking at the face just inches from mine. She seemed excited. Her breath smelled of chips.
“It’s morning. And I still like you,” she said, smiling sleepily.
“You do?” I asked, almost in disbelief. Her face moved toward me in slow motion and, before I knew what was happening, her lips were on mine. They were soft and delicious. I responded in kind, and ran my hand over the small of her back. I tried to visualize what I felt, then realized what I was doing and brought my attention back to those lips. She pulled away and stood up. With her help, I joined her. She leaned against me and removed her socks. Her fingers dug into my chest.
The pressure lessened, and she moved away, pulling me along backwards with both hands. She paused to kiss me again in front of the window. Holding her hips, I urged her on. She turned around and grasped my left hand with hers. She pulled me toward the bedroom.
There she tore at my shirt buttons, unfastening them frantically. I grasped the bottom edge of her long sleeved t-shirt and helped it over her head, exposing pale skin to the sun’s scrutiny. I felt as though my heart had stopped, so I brought her close to me to catch my breath. Looking at so much of her was hell on the senses.
She reached down and unbuttoned my pants; I reached down and unbuttoned hers. We shimmied out of our restraints and stood there, inches away from one another, her in her black bra and matching underwear, me in my striped boxer briefs.
She pushed me backwards gently, but forcefully. I fell down on the bed. She crawled over me. I watched as she approached, her skin folding and stretching in delicate creases. I put my hand on her rib cage and slid it down to her stomach, my wrist at an awkward angle. She kissed me hard, and I felt her teeth behind her lips. I put my hand on her hip and traced the line between her underwear and her skin.
“What’s that?” She kissed me again; I squeezed her thigh, digging my fingers into her fleshy posterior.
“What?” I breathed in her breath. She licked my lips like they were Popsicles.
“That.” She pointed.
“Oh, that’s my egg.” I grasped the back of her head with my free hand, letting my fingers tangle in her hair.
“Your what?” She flattened herself across my body. So much of her was pressed against so much of me.
“My egg.” I threw my weight to one side and flipped us over.
“Oh.” She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of my underwear.
~Chapter 7~
In which the narrator experiences true happiness for a brief time, then finds his egg smashed on the floor.
My eyelids were heavy