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Marked In Steam

Like a soft explosion of mist, your hand reaches out for me. I take a step back, both out of pure reflex and because I know the hand belongs to you. I've memorized your entire form by now. I know you up close, in the dark, from afar, and as faint shimmers along the periphery of my vision. Your pale skin is a living canvas that never hides your emotions, your most primal and secret acts. The way you blush when you're excited or nervous. The way your hips have been left with pale red imprints from my hands, or how your back will show the jagged lines my nails made when marking you. The curls of your auburn locks fall just shy of your shoulders. The crystalline, dusky color of your eyes, fixated on me now as you slide the shower's glass door shut. Random frames from last night play through my head, flashes that lead up to this surreal moment. Telling my friend I'd drop by, but only for a few light drinks because I had to work the next day. You showing up with some new guy, some arrogant prick I immediately felt like punching in the face. Both of us avoiding one another save for random eye contact throughout the night and I would always wonder what you were thinking when your gaze would linger for more than a few seconds. Then I'd fix a new drink, stronger than the previous one, to dull that thought process. In the last few months, I've spent more than enough time trying to figure you out, to forget you, and to no longer ask why it seemed so easy for you to move on while I was ...

... still looped in some kind of stasis. I woke up in a loveseat, body stiff from sleeping curled up in such a cramped space. You were asleep on the couch nearby, alone, your hoodie being used as a pillow. I always loved to see you like that. When awake, your eyes always seem to hide so much, like the beautiful blue in them was merely swirls that covered up a darkness beneath that you could never let others get too close to. But I did try; at least I can say that much. Asleep, though, you seem entirely at peace. I checked my watch, happy that I still had time to grab a shower and maybe a quick bite before work. Plenty of time to wake up and shake off the slight hangover pounding in both temples. First, though, I grabbed a spare blanket from my friend's closet. I covered you up and silently cursed at myself for watching you to way I used to. Like when you used to spend nights at my place and each breath you would exhale felt like a warm breeze across my skin. I'm watching you like you're still mine. I don't know if you ever were. At least, I thought, I can just take a shower, leave, and put you out of my mind bit by bit as the day goes on. But, you're here now, only a few inches away. Every stitch of clothing gone. Every curve of your voluptuous frame shiny with what's splashed against me and ricocheted onto you. Several teeth bite your lower lip as you reach out for me again. I stay still this time, paralysed from need, my length already growing from slow strokes. Whenever we've ...