It's Your Fault I'm Like This

Despite the first few words, this isn't the Halloween chapter yet.

And sorry attackegg, I'll have to leave 'that night' up to your imagination for now, but it's not as if there will be a shortage of Beastlexis after the new year, if not before. Having said that, there's another cliffhanger at the end of this chapter.

Dear diary,

I'm beginning to suspect that my boyfriend may secretly be a cannibal. It has now been two weeks since we moved in together, and day by day I find another chunk of flesh missing from my body…

I prodded around on my left shoulder as I lay awake in the pitch black room; it was easy to locate the freshest wound by the level of tenderness. My left shoulder seemed to be his favorite place to nibble for some reason. Sometimes he'd treat it like an hors d'oeuvre when he came home hungry in the evening. Sometimes he'd allow himself a second helping later in the night if he had enough of an appetite.

In other words, the past two weeks have been spectacular - kind of like the cherry on the cake after the past 365 days.

It was currently just after 6am on the morning of our first anniversary. I couldn't help but watch the clock beside the bed and think that in just twelve hours and some minutes, it would mark exactly one year ago since I had kissed him and ran away like a stupid fuckhead, one year since he found me crying on the sidewalk, one year since we finally discovered that we both had been secretly longing, yearning, pining for each other for ages.

I get this from my mom—this inexplicable desire to count anniversaries down to the exact second. She does it with my birthday and it pisses me off (mainly because I was born at such an ungodly hour), I do it with my anniversary with Alexis and it makes me weepy.

Sniff. Gosh, I told myself I wasn't going to get shmoopy when today arrived.

I kind of feel like I deserve to get shmoopy, though. I'd never had a one year anniversary before I started dating Alexis. Actually, I'd never even had a one month anniversary before I started dating Alexis.

I think he's been good for me. It might not be very obvious to anyone else, but I'd changed a lot over the past year thanks to him. For one thing, I don't sleep around with random girls anymore - that's definitely a big one. And for another, I no longer despise winter just because it's the season of no cleavage. I now despise it just because I hate the feeling of the bitter cold, but Alexis's warm kisses help me to pass the days a bit more easily.

I think I've helped Alexis change for the better too, in a much more visible way. He's become more open and outgoing. He no longer hides his true feelings just to please other people anymore…at least not with me.

I thought back to that night one year ago and fondly remembered how he had been so shy and nervous the first time we tried to make sweet, sweet love, how he wouldn't even let me take off his clothes until the light was turned off.

I was brought out of my nostalgic reverie by him stirring around in the blankets next to me. Slowly he opened his eyes and gently stretched his back, then turned over to sit up on his elbow and looked at me.

"Good morning, Sweet Potato! Which hole do you want to start with today?"

He has definitely changed for the better.