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More Than Just Butterflies

A Burning in the Depths of My Heart

By Tucker RodriguezPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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These feelings rekindle like a flaming fire so fast, it's nonsense. I don't know whether to pursue these feelings or leave them be, because things have been everywhere between us.

The warmth of his lips against on my own, the wet of his tongue gliding with mine in some kind of dance, our bodies grinding along to...what kind of drug is this?

I didn't push away once. Not when he ravished me unexpectedly on my way to work, not even hand in hand, but side by side. And then, all of a sudden, I was pulled from the public eye of the street into the nearest alley, and that's when he attacked. The hard-on he'd been covering with the sweater he'd wrapped around his waist was grinding against my thigh. My thoughts immediately undressed him and my breath quickened the more he rutted against me and licked and nipped at my neck.

How rude, right? Here I was, completely not horny, on my way to work for seven hours, and now I just had to ruin my brand new jeans? He seriously could've put some thought into this—like, I dunno, "Let's have sex on the kitchen counter when you get home?"—but this, doing that in public? Give a guy a warning first!

All I got for an apology was a satisfied grin and a loud, sloppy kiss, making my lips redder and more sore than before.

Why was my—is he my boyfriend? Well, he's my something—doing this to me? Why was he such an attractive asshole that I fell in love with at first sight? I know, I'm corny as all hell, but it's the truth. I'm in love with this dickbag.

I guess it's a good thing he loves me, too.

One way to say "I love you" is to, well—just say it. His way of showing me love is very different. However, I really don't mind. Really.

Waking up to a kiss and maybe a lil' something more without the fear of terrible morning breath is a nice way to start my day. I mean, why wouldn't it be? Considering every stressful thing I have to deal with in a whole twenty-four hours, I think making out and a morning quickie is just about therapeutic. As embarrassing as it is to hear him praise me for every coo I make and every moan that involuntarily spills from my mouth, I'm all good. He's satisfied, and I'm . . . fucking sore, but feeling ecstatic!

Now, I'm not the best cook. I know this, but I try to present him with some tasty goods. I made him a cake once; he liked it. I presented myself to him like a cake. . .he totally devoured me. These little, small things that we do that make each other happy, make each other feel content and feel fucking good in our bodies. . .if that's what I can get, I'll take it. And if I can get more, there's no doubt I'll ask for it, because I know he'll give it to me.

Thinking back, the terms we met on were extremely awkward. We didn't know each other's names; I barely make eye contact with anyone on a daily basis, so it's a wonder how my eyes set on him in the first place; he shined like a beacon and it was obvious that, compared to me, there was no way he'd be into a guy like me. For one, I'm practically invisible. The only thing that keeps me from shying away from people is my insane libido, which thank God this man knows how to do it right!

One minute we're sitting on opposite ends of the table at a group outing with mutual friends of ours, and then the next, we're sitting together, arms pressed into each other, because everyone else was too damn drunk to figure out that boundaries were a thing that existed.

I had awkwardly laughed it off, knowing that some random, hot dude was only a centimeter away from me. This "hot dude" laughed, too. What I was expecting, after the umpteenth of my shoulder ramming into his was going to eventually get me punched on behalf of his frustration; I did not expect him to raise his arm and hook it over my shoulder.

Has your breath ever been taken away before? It's like falling on your back and having the wind knocked out of you. Well, was I winded. See? Told you, I'm corny.

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Tucker Rodriguez

I'm a writer who enjoys the nightly prowls of a lost soul looking for a mate to "mate" with. But that's not all I write about. I enjoy drama and suspense. Aside from writing, I love to Netflix and chill and play video games.

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