It's been a while since I've written anything, so please be gentle, but please don't forget to be helpful as I appreciate any input. Hope you enjoy.
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He was invading my thoughts before we had even met. His wit and intellect were what had captured my attention; His kindness and compassion had captured my heart.
I was looking for fun, romance, and excitement. Someone who knew me inside and out, without me having to explain my entire life story.
I missed engaging in conversations, and meaningful interactions - something more than small-talk.
I missed writing, and yoga, and pursuing my dreams. At the age of 27, I felt like my life was at a stand-still. And yet, I knew I had so much to be grateful for. So many people with whom I was lucky to have met. Yet there I was, alone again on a Thursday night; just me and my cats, with a wine glass in hand. Lady In Red was the name of the game, and I was already close to pouring my third glass. I remember how easily it was going down that night.
Once it dawned on me that I still had to work in the morning, I had reluctantly decided to call it quits and pack it in for the night. More than half the bottle was gone anyways, so I figured it was something I could enjoy on the weekend.
I went to turn off all the lights and have a quick puff. With the wine already affecting me, the buzz from the smoke nearly knocked me out.
I made my way to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes, carelessly throwing them to the floor. I settled into the comfort of my bed, and relished in the mixture of cool and soft, fuzzy sheets against my naked body. It wasn't long before I was asleep.
I remember hearing a noise, something had startled me awake. I wasn't completely coherent, so I think I shrugged it off and fell back asleep.
The next thing I remember, I felt the bed sinking under the weight of another. The air in the room had changed, and new scents were filling my senses. I was dazed and figured I was dreaming ... but almost as quickly as that thought had passed through my mind, I felt his weight on top of me. His breath was hot and sweet as he leaned over me and whispered for me not to move.
My breath caught in my chest, and I swear my heart stopped. Quickly, my mind tried to make sense of what was happening.
He slowly peeled the covers off of me and pulled my body under him. His hands finding mine, and moving them above my head. Keeping me pinned, he moved his right knee between my legs, pushing them apart. He lowered himself onto me and it wasn't until then that I realized he was naked.
My breathing got heavier, and my heartbeat more rapid.
I thought to myself, I should be telling him to stop. I should be pleading for anything. I should be screaming for help. But I was frozen.
It was dark, and I couldn't see anything but his shadow.
