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There was a gentle knock at my door.
I knew that it was you before I stood up. I know those hands. You know my door. We had a kiss under that door frame once. Actually--
Another knock. I almost forgot to jump out of the bathroom to go run into your arms and hold you. Silly me.
“Hi,” said a breathless me.
“Hey. I came to get my cd.”
I let you in. Welcome, my heart reels.
It was beginning to feel like a fanfiction. I was in my thin-fabric pajamas, ready for bed, with newly-brushed teeth and a relatively horny aura. Of course, there was you, too, with your adorable smile and your venture into an ex-girlfriend's apartment to “get something”.
I fiddled with my hair. “You want something to drink?”
You smiled. “Yes.” You wanted to stay? I blinked in compensation for not laughing with surprise. I gave you a Mr. Pibb because it was your favorite.
“Oh, thanks, my favorite,” you say as you snap open the can.
You set it down after a sip. You come closer. closer. closer. You smile shyly, then let it fade. We breathed each other's air for a moment. Sweet. You smelled so sweet. You tilt your head slowly, and my mind's going skydiving.
Kiss.
Your lips were thin but soft. The were warm after weeks of my lips being left alone. I didn't want to be alone anymore. You pulled away. My hand wrapped around yours. “Do you know how much I missed you?” You ask, speaking gently, just above a whisper. Your eyes are still closed. You're so adorable I could die.
We wrap ourselves together in a romantic embrace, right there in the kitchen. We kiss again, lips tangoing, tongues getting to know each other again. Before the breakup we were rough when we kissed, but now we were gentle. We were careful, as the passion inside us could burst. I know we would never let go again.
“I love you,” we remind each other before sharing our queen-sized bed. Home at last.
When we fell asleep in each other's arms, I wake up immediately, sweaty, frustrated,
and hopeless on my fugly orange couch.
“Why must you haunt me like this?!” I shout to you, so many miles away.