WHEN YOU LEFT ME

   “I didn’t think you would come back and ask me to marry you, once you were gone.” I said.  Will looked very irritated, but nonetheless very handsome, and then he said “I never thought that you could get any prettier.”

   Back when I was sixteen he had asked me to go out with him. He was a nice guy and he never hurt me intentionally. He was a couple years older than me, but does age matter when it comes to love?

   “Well I guess I did.  So why are you back in town?”I questioned. “I wanted to see you. A-And to say that I’m sorry.” He had broken my heart when I graduated and left me for a woman with money and an ID. “Sorry? That’s all? Well good-bye!”I said closing the door to my apartment. He was fast enough to put his foot in the door. I’m only in Nick’s shirt. Damn it. I think as I use the door to cover myself more.  “I know that I messed up but I - I love you!” he tried again. Can he not take the hint?

   I jump when I feel a hand on my waist and an almost bare, warm body up against mine.

   “Who’s this baby? And why did he drag you out of bed when it’s Saturday?” Nick asks. Mmm. His voice is so deep and still so groggy from sleep. I just want to put us both back in bed. But right now I have a problem to get off my front porch.

   “Remember when I told you about that guy that dumped my for a girl who could give him money as long as she was pleased with the sex? Well here he is! The one and only dick head, William Saud!” I say. I make it sound like I’m doing a commercial for something. I feel Nicks grip on my waist tighten and his muscled body tense. Oh boy. Why did I tell him that again?

   “Umm… I think I should leave. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to leave you for her and then come back three years later.” Will say’s. He probably noticed by now that Nick has the death glare on him and isn’t letting him near his sweet ass girlfriend.  “But God do you look beautiful. And sexy.” Will adds.

   Why didn’t he just leave when he had the chance? I think. Right as Nick lunges at him, Will runs away faster than a cheetah.

  “Damn that boy can run. Why is it that white boys can run faster when they are running away from something?” Nick say’s, standing at our front door, hands on hips. Wearing his short, tight boxers I got him for his birthday sure makes his butt look good. Damn it. I wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed so we could have great morning-

   Something on my hand startles me out of my reverie. I look over and Nick is pulling me back into our apartment, smiling a smile I saw on our three month anniversary night. That was the night we first had sex. And every time we had sex after that, there was that smile. That sweetly, seductive, smile. Oh this is going to be the start of a wonderful day.