Everyone in the world has their own personal brand of heroin. No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you think, you do. Now most people it isn't even an actual drug, just a craving, and an addiction they can't get rid of. And yes even I have a brand of heroin, for me it's a guy I've known for years. I know what you're thinking. But wait until you see this guy you'll see.
Everyone that has an addiction knows there are signs. All this guy has to do is look at me and my knees get weak and I start drooling and fantasizing about all the things I wish I had the guts to do to him. I have a very vivid imagination but am timid and somewhat shy.
This guy, his name is Brad, he's gorgeous. Not just that he's dangerous, mysterious, and smart. He stands a little bit taller than my five foot seven frame with dark blond hair that falls a little bit into his eyes that are even more to die for. His eyes are a cool blue, but they change. Sometimes they go silver sometimes a dark gray. He has a tattoo across his back, and oh yeah he's ripped. We are talking killer eight pack that is hard even without him flexing, drool worthy. And when he speaks.......well let's just say if he told me to bend over in front of god and everyone and drop my pants I wouldn't argue with him. Something about him makes me shake and feel flushed. It's the greatest feeling in the world when he touches me I feel like I'm on fire.
All of this started at age seventeen the first time we met and the last time I had all of my heart to give. It would be foolish not to admit that I fell for him hook, line and sinker. The first step to beating an addiction is admitting the faults you have involving it. Shortly after we met though he disappeared from my life until a cold November afternoon four years later. That's a very long time to carry a torch for a guy I know but remember addicts don't always have a reasonable explanation for the crazy things they do. Anyway, there he was he smiled at me and his eyes lit up, I instantly felt my whole body go weak I had to remind myself of where I was and what I needed to do there. A few days later we ran practically right smack into each other. This time I gave him my number.
My ex who still lived with me at the time started to call Brad my stalker because it seemed no matter where we went, magically there he would be. Me I tend to think it was fate telling us that it was time for us to come back into each other's lives. Fate is a very tricky bastard as we all know. And I never told my ex but I actually looked forward to running into Brad. It was the only way I could get my fix. Until he figured out I wanted him and then all hell broke loose, but damn it was so much fun.
A few weeks after I gave him my number I would text him most of the day, usually getting a response a few hours behind. He's not a texting whore like me. But I get bored a lot and that's my pass time. Lame excuse I know but still. Finally he asked me to hang out with him instead of our usual run ins. I almost jumped out of my clothes when he said he would come get me. I was that bad. Of course he thankfully can't see through phones so all the feelings I had and the thoughts of him I thought where still my secret. We hung out a lot after that and when I moved he was a frequent visitor. But one night during an insane rain storm as I was lighting candles because of a power outage he appeared completely soaked on my porch.
"Hey, my car broke down up the road and my phone doesn't want to work can I use yours?" He asked leaning against the door frame his hair, my god his hair was plastered to his head and he looked like the baddest bad boy on the planet. I didn't trust my voice so I nodded and moved back so he could come in. He shook his head like a wet dog and stayed in the kitchen claiming he didn't want to track water everywhere. I went and got my phone handing it to him and then going to get him some towels. When I returned he handed me my phone back and shook his head.
"The tow company can't come tow my car because of the floods so my car is stuck on the side of the road until tomorrow." He said sadly. He looked up at me. I handed him the towels.
"Well you can stay here. I have a unclaimed couch for you if you'd like. First though you should get out of those wet clothes. I think I have some swim trunks you can borrow and I'll dry your clothes for you." I said talking way too fast. He laughed and started to dry off.
"Can you help me with my shirt? It's sort of stuck." He said after a few minutes of drying his hair. I swallowed really hard. The candles lit his face in a way I had never seen before and I could barely speak let alone think clearly. I reached forward and helped him take off his shirt. His ripped abs made my jaw go slack. He kicked off his shoes and socks and tossed them on top of his shirt. Then his hand went to his belt. I hurried away to go find the swim trunks I had. When I came back he had a towel around his waist. I felt stupid and drunk.
"Here" I squeaked out holding the trunks to him he took them and thanked me. He slipped them on under the towel and then dropped it next to his clothes, which he gathered up and quietly handed them to me. I took them into the hottest room of the house, mine, and laid them across the dresser so they would dry. I found his boxers and my whole body started to shake again. I tried to regain my composure and ran back out into the living room. Brad had sat down on the floor and was fiddling with his phone.
"You'd think my service would still work. Maybe some of the telephone poles went down or something. Stupid prepaid phones." He set it down and looked up at me. I trembled all over. He looked so innocent looking up at me that way I had to sit.
