Irritating, aggravating, evil, despicable, back-stabbing,
untrustworthy... no, all of them describe him, but there’s only one
that
sums him up.
Fuckable.
It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at that face and only wanted to
hit it, fist against flesh. I still do - in daylight - but at night
when
I dream, I’m not making him scream in pain and he’s not calling my name
begging me to stop.
He’s close now, close enough to grab, close enough to kiss. Never going
to happen. If there’s one thing as certain as the sunrise, it’s the way
he feels about me. Contempt would be an upgrade.
“Harris? I need you.”
My brain shuts down. Not just an expression; I really think, just for a
moment, the world went away. His words fit my thoughts so perfectly
that I’m terrified I said them aloud and I’m looking for somewhere to
hide.
“Earth to loser. I’m talking to you.”
Ah. Back to normal. This I can deal with. The trading of the insults,
the giving of the digs. Better. I’m good at this, I can deal.