Part 6 of my Coffee Shop series. Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Young Blood (Slow Version) by The Naked and Famous
What does loneliness feel like?
It feels like an empty hall with no doors or windows. You never know when it really ends, and the only thing that accompanies you are the echoes coming from your feet. Nowhere to turn to, only one direction to go. You take one step forward, but it doesn’t feel like you’ve gone anywhere, but at the same time you can’t go back and can only move forward, because what good does it do you to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore? Sometimes the acidic taste of fear rises from the pit of your stomach, but what good does it do you to be scared anyway when there’s only one thing you can do – to continue on? It can be a very numbing experience, like losing a bit of yourself with every step. Mindless. Empty.
That is, until you see a door. Or maybe it is something else, something as simply described as a presence that draws you in. It is like seeing sunlight for the first time after emerging from weeks of darkness, and it can be overwhelming at first. You can’t believe it, you want to shield yourself from it, but eventually your eyes adjust to it and such a moment can be one of the happiest moments of your life. Blindness, emptiness gradually clears and the light illuminates a world that you had never known before. But it is a different sort of a light and this light can show you what you could not see before.
That a stranger could introduce you to a whole other universe of possibilities and feelings that you never knew existed was a very remarkable thing. That he could change your life with cups filled with a mixture of water, milk, and coffee beans, seems so unimaginable, but to you, it made perfect sense.
If you watch him sleep now beside you, with his tangled hair and smooth skin, the calmness that sweeps over you is the same kind that comes when his lattes sooth your throat. Though you much preferred to see his deep brown eyes, his closed eyes were quite beautiful too with hints of light blue veins decorating his eyelids, and you will always be quite fond of the redness that colors his innocent cheeks. The feeling of the softness of his lips remains on your lips, and you bring yourself closer to him to breathe in his scent.
He was snuggled quite well under your blanket covers so all you really saw of his body were his neck to collarbones, outlined in the most delicate way with the fragments of sunlight that seeped in through the blinds, marking his body in all the right places as his shoulders rose and fell. He slept on his side facing you, his hands folded beside his chin like a cat.
After all those days of cold sheets, the space beside you in bed was now filled, and filled completely. The creases in the sheets where he used to lay with you so often were swept away, etched now by the muscles and caressed by the skin of the boy who has enveloped you with a sense of comfort that felt very close to home.
All of a sudden, the alarm on his phone rang from his backpack outside in the living room. It was faint, but you could hear it. K didn’t stir at all. Though you wish you could watch him in such a peaceful state for longer, you knew that you shouldn’t be the reason why he gets reprimanded at work for being late or not showing up.
“K,” you whispered softly. He didn’t move. You called his name again, louder this time, yet he still didn’t respond. He wasn’t joking when he said he wasn’t a morning person.
“K, wake up or you’ll be late for work,” you said gently into his ear and let your lips linger on his warm cheek.
He inhaled his first conscious breath of the morning, and peeked his tired eyes open to find you staring at him with a sparkling smile on your face. His own lips curved up into a big sleepy grin and his arms circled around your shoulder and back and rolled you on top of his body.
“But I don’t want to go to work,” he muttered against your cheek.
“Who’s going to make the best coffee at the cafe then?”
“Not me.” His hands swept through your hair and he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want to be anywhere, but here.”
You sat up and patted his thighs through the blankets as if he were a child who didn’t want to go to school. “But you should do what you need to do.”
He rose up to meet you, letting the blankets open and reveal the loose T-shirt you lent him. How cute he looked, sleepy and child-like with his droopy eyelids and messy hair.
“You need to be good, K.”
He pouted at you, his hands cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. How full this kiss felt. K was that door, he was that light, that presence that you couldn’t believe existed. Everything seemed to have fallen into place and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pushing him back so you both fell on top of the covers with your lips locked.
He made your body warm. He made it feel desire deeper than only lust. When you both kissed, it felt like molten lava flowing through your body, and touches only warmed you further.
“I don’t wanna go,” he said. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled you over so that he was on top of you.
His fingertips outlined your lips and he watched you intently, his mouth slightly parted, mirroring your face. Oh, how beautiful he looked with the way his hair framed his face, locks falling over you and his eyes saw only you settled under his body.
“K, you need to go to work,” you breathed.
He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer. The molten warmth flowed through you again, pumped through every tip of your body through your bloodstream. When his hands slid down your sides and back up under the thin cloth of your tank top to pull it off of you, your hands began to tug his shirt up his back. This was the same sequence of events as last night, and your legs clamped together against his hips in excitement and desire.
“You still really want me to go?” he murmured into your ear. He moved his kisses to your neck.
“I don’t really want you to, but you need to,” you whispered breathlessly. It was getting really difficult to answer him now with the way he kept touching you. They were like wisps of air sometimes, tender and light, and other times it felt a bit like steaming hot water sliding across your skin.
“How can you say that while you kiss me?” he smiled against your neck. “I don’t think you really mean what you say.” His mouth met yours again, tongue playing with yours so you couldn’t answer immediately.
“Maybe I’m just conflicted and can’t make up my mind.”.
“About whether I want you to stay or go.” This was true. Even though your voice was telling him he had to leave, your body was only pulling him in closer and closer
“I think that shouldn’t be such a hard question. The answer is so obvious.” He nipped your cheek. “But I’ll go if you tell me I need to go…”
“Yeah, you do.” You bit his lip playfully.
He sighed and captured your lips once more in a deep kiss before rising up from you. K never imposed his opinions onto you, not even if all he wanted to do today was to call in sick and stay with you.
But this was just the way he was. And this is one of the things that made you like him so much.
Upon noticing how you didn’t have much on, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and then slipped it onto you. His fingers smoothed out your hair and he left a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for letting me borrow this.”
You sat up and watched as he slid off the bed.
You couldn’t remember a time in which the sight of a man’s back was so dazzling. K’s shoulders weren’t very broad, but when he bent over, the bumps that appeared from the bones beneath his skin were somehow very breath-taking. And those there, were his arms, delicate but steady, the same arms that felt so nice when they were wrapped around you.
He looked back at you and grinned.
He was about to walk out of the room shirtless, but then you called him back. “Hey, I want those pants back too!”
He laughed before taking them off to switch to his own that lay neatly folded on top of a chair. He changed back into the outfit he wore last night. As he was buttoning his blazer, he came to you again just to steal one last kiss from you.
“Okay, I’ll go now then… I will see you later at our usual place.” He cupped your cheeks, your hands holding onto his wrists, and his lips lingered on your forehead for a few seconds, almost as if he was thinking about something in the moment.
So he wouldn’t test his own control too much, he smiled at you with the sincerest expression you had ever seen on him and hopped out of the room before he could change his mind about leaving.
The room was immediately more quiet after sending him away, but at least, when you felt the space beside you in bed, it was warm. You smelled the shirt he had put on you. K’s scent remained there, strong and soothing.
This all felt like a dream. From a first date to a first night together, all in a day and night. K was unbelievable. How in only a matter of a couple of weeks he could steal your heart this way and how he could make your mind run miles and miles and feel like you’ve solved nothing, was simply amazing. K was dazzling.
But K was also mysterious. Though he was perfectly comfortable with sharing pieces of him with you, you realized you didn’t truly know him. Who was K in the past before he became the K you’ve met now? There was a lot to him you had to learn about, and it was nice to know that he was just as interested in learning about you as you were of him. And it was a different feeling knowing this journey could be taken together.
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