As a writer, I wouldn't say I'm overly organised with what I write. In my free time, I will write a short entry of which maybe are a start or part of a story which I could develop but then after writing it and leave it saved where ever and forget about it - so now and again I'll come across a piece of writing which I would have written ages ago stored in different programmes, on my phone, tablet or laptop. They usually don't have a beginning, middle or an end but sort of show my way of writing. I found one a second ago, which as I remember I liked this entry when I wrote it, well have a read anyway, it's just Hannah babble... I don't think I have blogged this one before... Enjoy!
The morning after the night before...
That Sunday morning it all changed, I mean I could not find even remember the night before. I had woken up next to a complete stranger with a beard. My head thumped and my legs ached. I am sat at my desk, and I hear an unfamiliar groan. I look round, the guy, in my bed... He is slender yet built, as if he runs maybe. His face, carved features and deep cheek bones, facial hair short, rigid and sexy. I brought him home. What did we do? What have I done? I question myself and all i do is bite my lip and watch him. Covered waist down by my duvet, his chest lifting as he breathes. All I can do is observe. My flat no longer feels empty. I left the room and into the bathroom to get my hands on some paracetamol, my head thumped yet I smile and giggle at the fact there's a stranger, a good looking man in my room. I continue into the kitchen and make us some tea, carrying it up into the bedroom. He is still sleeping, I don't even know his name. Till I found his jeans, I found his wallet; tucked inside a piece of paper with my mobile number written on it and a driving licence. His name is Drake.
I sat on bed looking out of the window clutching a cup of tea and wrapped in my dressing gown.
"Good Morning" he yawned.
He was awake, talking to me and I can't even remember last night. I can hear my heart in the silence that he was expecting my reply.
"Good Morning" I chirped up to say. "I brought you some tea"
He sat up. His eyes where soft, dark and pleasing. His smile, beautiful and I felt drawn in... This awkwardness, was only I feeling it.
As I sat, I watched the birds outside my window, I felt him, I felt Drake touch my back. He moved his hand up on to neck, his hands felt amazing and still unfamiliar. My toes curled as I became shy. He pulled himself slightly closer to me and kneaded my neck. The curved movement of his hand. Subconsciously tilting my head, he began to massage my back with both of his hands. He stops, stroking my ear from behind. I turn to him, meeting his gaze. He smiles at me.
I lay beside him, we not saying a word, leaning on my elbow I face him has he faces me. His face an angels smile, my tummy flutters like the wings of a butterfly. I tint back and on to my back, I lay looking up at the ceiling. I listen to my breathing, I listen to his. I close my eyes. I am thinking about Drake, where did I meet him?
His lips touch mine, warm, soft and strong. I feel his sharp tongue touch my lips.
Much love x