Infectious

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April 11nth



I feel him move and it wakes me, I feel his lips on my cheek as I open my eyes.

“Go back to sleep I’m just going to use the bathroom” He murmurs, I glance at the clock, its 6.30 AM and know I don’t have to be up for another hour. I smile tiredly.

I must have fallen back to sleep because when I wake up next it’s to the sound of my alarm insisting that I get up. I feel the space behind me, he’s not there but its still warm signalling he’s been there recently.



I roll out of bed and locate my bath robe and slip into it. Following my nose and stomach I head into the kitchen, I lean against the door way and watched him. His hair is damp and slightly curling as it dries, he’s cooking and the food smells amazing.



“Breakfast isn’t going to be done for another fifteen minutes” he says looking up at me. There’s an awkward tension between us but both of us refuse to ask the unspoken question that we both are thinking ‘what next?’

He gestures me to him and I go to him, I don’t know why I do. He takes me in his arms and kisses me; this one is soft, lingering and delicious.

“I’m going to have a shower” I mumble as he finally pulls away and he releases me.

“Need some one to scrub your back?” He says, I can see he’s only teasing but it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. I feel a burst of confidence and know I have an hour to get ready and get to work but for once I don’t care. Slowly I let the bathrobe fall from my shoulders to reveal my naked body. I shoot him a quick smile as I retreat to the bathroom.



I start the shower and I hear the clang of pots and pans and feel myself tremble in excitement. I step into the shower and feel the warm water caress my body. He stepped into the bath and his arms wrap around me. We kiss and caress. This time the sex is gentle and I feel safe and cared for. Even afterwards when he washes my body and hair and I return the favour.



We dry off and eat breakfast I dress for work, I feel relaxed and sated. The fevered lust that I had felt the night before had diminished into nothingness. Cured of my reckless wantonness I felt relieved for I knew I could not keep Adam. His hazel eyes and his sweet lips were not mine. I did not have the time, body or intelligence to keep him. He was a Ken and I certainly wasn’t Barbie.



I pushed my sad inner thoughts aside, this morning, for these last few heavenly minutes I was his and he was mine even if it was all make believe. We dress; me for work and him in the clothes he wore the previous day. He heats our breakfast and we eat. The question ‘what happens now?’ is not asked, Instead we talk about the weather, his modelling career and my photography. Finally he asks about the subject I had dreaded the night before.



“So, the care home yesterday. You got family there?” the pause that followed that question stretched between us growing like a large black ocean of unknown.



“My mother” I answer finally but I offer no other explanation, he tactfully changes the conversation.



“What’s your plan today?” He asks.

“Work” I grumble.

“Do you ever not work?” he asks with a frown of disapproval.

“When I’m sleeping” I answer with a cheeky grin.



We move on to music, TV and my drawings but a glance at my watch forces my to gulp down the last of my coffee “I’m going to be late at this rate”



Adam takes the plats a piles them in the dishwasher while I grab my keys and hand bag. He’s still in the kitchen as I fuss about. When I walk into the kitchen I see him stood by the microwave. I cringe as I see that I’d left an over due gas bill out but I can not tell if he’s noticed or not because he’s studying my calendar. That calendar is my life line it has the dates of all my shifts with their hours and due dates for bills, appointments, paydays and birthdays.

“Time to kick you out” I say even as my heart sinks a little with the words. He smiles but I miss it as I turn away to put my coat on. He appears after a couple of seconds, looking like a little boy with his hands in his pockets and his head down.



“Can I give you a lift to work?” He asks pulling out his car keys.

“Yeah; why not?” I answer because I feel it would insult him if I said no. we walk down the stairs and to his car.

The drive to my works is silent apart from the music I knew this would go on until that unasked question is asked and resolved. We stop outside my work and I look at him.

“About last night.” I start fumbling for words in my head. “I don’t know what you want, Hell I barely even know you but I won’t say it was wrong. I was very uh… Nice but it was a one off. I don’t have time for relationships and I have no interest in becoming a ‘fuck buddy’. I hope you don’t think badly of me or that I’m an easy slut because I never meant for it to happen and I really enjoy your company”



I realise how lame and slightly whingy I sound and there’s an air of disappointment in the car that I assume is my own. He takes my hand and squeezes it softly.





“I don’t think badly of you. If any thing you should think badly of me. After all you did tell me to stop but I couldn’t. I enjoy spending time with you too… So friends it is?”



I leave the question hanging before nodding he kisses my cheek drawing a smile from me. Then he slaps my thigh playfully.



“And that’s for lying to me about your room mate!” he joked and with that Joke the tension went into hiding into the recess of my mind.



“What?” I asked.



“You said you had a room mate that night in the club and that he was giving you a lift home.”



“I do have a room mate. A changing room mate.” I poke my tongue out and exit the car.



“Call me and we’ll go for more coffee and this time I’ll be good!” He calls through the window. I laugh and wave good bye as I enter the shop I cant help the smile on my face. Sure he may not be a boyfriend but still he made me laugh and I could definitely do with more friends.