Monday, December 20, 2010

Love Not Mine

Part fiction, part true. A good mix of events that transpired. Trying to make it into a short story. What do you think?
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My doorbell rang a little after 10:00 p.m. It was Wednesday night, December 23rd. Christmas-Eve-Eve. Who the heck was at my door and why? I peered through the peep hole but I couldn't see anything, or I couldn't make anything out. I made a mental note to speak to my landlord about this sometime in the future.

"Who is it?" I asked through the door.

"It's me baby."

My heart skipped about a million times over and immediately my entire being smiled with happiness. I hurriedly unlocked the door and flung it open. And there he was. My love. He smiled at me, with that sheepish grin that I found so sexy, opened his arms and I let myself fall into them.

We stood there at my doorway embracing each other, holding each other. There was no need for words. I let him in, and quickly, he spun me around, pinning me to the door, staring at me, teasing me with his mouth,until finally, he kissed me. Hungrily, anxiously and without abandon. We made our way to my bedroom. And it was there that time stopped. The only thing that mattered was that moment and nothing else. We made love over and over into the wee hours of the early morning. Finally, just before my alarm clock went off, we drifted off to sleep in each others arms. Sometime later that morning, I woke up. He was still sleeping. I stared at this man. This man I loved. And I felt so happy, yet, so very sad. He woke up at that moment and smiled at me. I kissed him.

"Good morning" he whispered.

"Good morning." I answered, smiling back at him.

"I have to go." he said as he got up and started getting dressed.

"I know." I responded. I sat up and watched him get dressed. I knew the routine. He'd get dressed, I'd walk him to the door, kiss him goodbye and as soon as he was gone, I'd burst into tears. Vowing to myself that I would not let it happen again.

Until the next time.

22 comments:

Average Girl said...

watch out Jackie Collins... here comes Yvonne! Awesome chickalet!

Yvonne said...

AG- Wow! Thanks! lol Glad you liked it!

Belle said...

Excellent story - but I hate him.

Cinderita said...

I love it..and I feel "your" pain

Mynx said...

Great story, had me captured right until the end

Alessandra said...

Why did he have to leave? I gotta know 'cause there better be a mighty good reason for it. I'm waiting for chapter 2....

Jewels said...

Oh. My. Goodness...have I ever been there. It's not a fun place to be but I'm weak when it comes to love and physical urges...so I get it.

Yvonne said...

Belle - lol thanks sweetie!

Rita - two peas in a pod we are!

Mynx - Yay! I'm glad it kept you intrigued.

Alessandra - I love your name by the way! He left because he just used her for sex. He is not married, doesn't even have a girlfriend. She is just his "go to" person. And that would be just fine if there were no emotions involved but there are -and plenty, from the female character. Which is why she burst into tears when he left. ---I just gave you chapter two! lol

Jewels - I'm a fellow weakinng myself! :)

Yvonne said...

ugh! darn keyboard! i meant "weakling"!

Sh@s said...

Loved it. Wonderfully written :)

Karen Peterson said...

I think there is DEFINITELY more to tell with this story!

I was just a little confused about him showing up at the door late and unannounced and why she would open the door without knowing who it was. But then, maybe that's just because I'd never do that in my neighborhood...

Miel et Lait said...

I am very impressed - your word choices are great at pushing the plot along. I definitely think you can turn this into a short story!

alysonsblog said...

really superbly written - had me hanging on to know where it was going to... really good - following you now x

Kim at Let Me Start By Saying said...

Oooooo, naughty girl. Fun little read!
Came from TRDC.

Yvonne said...

Karen - "she" opened the door because she knew who it was and because she loves him. but yeah, i get the whole "bad neighborhood" thing! lol

Miel et Lait- thank you! glad you liked it!

Alyson- thank you for the follow! glad you liked it!

Kim- hehe, i know! thanks for your words!

Charity Bradford said...

Ug! I just want to smack him and shake him up. So sad that he can't see what he's missing out on by being clueless or just a jerk.

Thanks so much for participating in the blogfest!

Kristin Smith said...

Great story and well written! My first thought was "he's married", but I see from earlier posts that he's not. He's just a jerk! So sad. I feel for your character. Thanks for sharing this excerpt with us!!

Yvonne said...

Charity- Thanks for dropping by and your comment. Ha! I wanted to smack him a few times too back then. :)

Kristin- Thank you so much! Ha, no not married. Just a jerk. :)

Crystal Collier said...

=( <--That's about all I want to say.

Okay, not really. This was a great little snippet, but I'd seriously lock my door against that kind of guy. Women should hold out until married. Yup.

Elise Forier Edie said...

As a former jerk-lover I can sympathize, but oh how I wish I could smack him.

mshatch said...

Aw, that was sad. I hope next time she slams the door in his face...but...does he know how she feels?

Yvonne said...

Crystal- Sometimes I wish I had...

Elise- HA!!! Me too, sister, me too!!! ;)

Mshatch- She did and he knew. It was never a secret. -Thanks for dropping by.