Page 244 of My Darling God
He stares at me for a moment, calculating and calm. All dominance and sincerity.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Things were a bit… intense after we… you know.” He’s referencing the crying—the desire—the comfort—the misery. None of which was applicable or comprehensible, yet felt so right.
“Sure. I’m okay. Thank you for asking… and you? Are you okay?” He shrugs—blushes.
“I’m fine.” I give him a nod.
“Okay.”
“Alright.” We stare at each other. Some electric current is shooting back and forth between us—I can feel it, almost taste it. His eyes are on fire, so fucking hot it feels like he’s asking me for something. Pleading, almost.
“I—”
“Well—have a good night, then.” He spins on his heel and leaves.
My chest hurts so badly. So badly that when I lift my hands—I can feel the hot tears that are slipping down my cheeks.
What is happening to me? I’ve never felt this way before. In fact—I’ve never felt much ofanythingbefore. But now… now I can’t stop crying. I want him to come back. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and tell me to cry for as long as I feel the need. I need to see that same sorrow reflected back atme—mirrored in his own eyes.
I turn my attention back to the window—swallow the burning emotion—and watch the blue birds as they settle into their nest on the branches outside. So peaceful—so simple.
I want him to touch me again.
I want him on his knees.
