*My first submission to anyone other than myself, please be constructive. Hope you enjoy!*
Weak sunlight reached me beneath my closed eyes and woke me early this morning. I opened one eye tentatively, the other squeezed shut refusing to admit it was morning, holding onto the sweetest of dreams. Swirling dust-motes rode the rays of sunlight that found their way into our little room, and realising defeat, my other eye slowly opened. My head, dizzy from the night before struggled to focus on my surroundings, until my sleepy eyes settled on a note sticky-taped to the headboard above your pillow.
I sat up, smoothing the white sheets around me, and combing my fingers through the mess of curls atop my head I gingerly reached out for the note.
"Couldn't wake you, my princess needs her beauty sleep. See you in a few crazy cat! Josh, x"
Smiling, I traced your handwriting with my fingertips and let myself savour the memories of last night that crept back to me.
The night had started with a bottle of wine at our favourite restaurant, overlooking the harbour. The night was warm, cicadas singing their song, while the lights off of the Sydney Harbour Bridge were mirrored in the still water. I looked over my glass of shiraz to find your eyes cheekily peering at me. Your hazel brown eyes had a twinkle of mischief, and a sensation of lust snaked its way from my hips, to the pit of my stomach, into the naughty smile I gave you in return.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Joshua Samson?"
"Oh, using my full name are you? I know I'm in trouble now." You replied playfully.
"Seriously, after all this time Josh. You're in town for the weekend, call me... And for what? A booty call?" I could feel the aggression in my tone but I didn't hold back. You had hurt me all those years ago, you weren't just going to get off that lightly.
"B, relax okay?" As if reading my mind, you continued "I know we're not kids anymore, and I know that what I did to you was wrong. I kept going back to you all throughout our senior year because I wanted you. I wanted to share my body with you, I loved you... I love you."
Once again, your words and presence alone had hit me like a tonne of bricks. The love you confessed for me had me drowning in a fantasy world, but only for a moment. I'm older this time around, I've made some big-girl decisions without you. But before I could voice any of this, even before the surprise tears sprang up in my eyes, you were taking my hand in yours, our bottle of wine in the other.
Standing up so abruptly from our table must have made the wine rush through my veins, because the memory of getting pulled along through the streets of Sydney were vague to say the least. Soon I found my bearings and realised the street we were heading down was the quiet little one that lead to your apartment. My head was spinning and I was giggling from the foresight of what was about to happen, and you scooped my tiny frame up into your arms, and carried me over the threshold.
"Just like our first time" I heard myself say, through a fit of giggles.
"Just like our first time" You replied with a smile, staring down into my face the way you always did when you cradled me.
I knew in my heart that this feeling wouldn't last long, that the high we were both riding would soon let us down hard, and we'd be strangers when you left town again. Honestly, I didn't care. Here I was, safe in your arms, and I couldn't wait to have the crazy love we used to have.