Memories Making Me
Oct 17, 2012 14:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Haven Kensington on Oct 17, 2012 14:15:51 GMT -5
That Night...
It had been a very nice date. I think it was one of our best. Ian took me to my favorite Italian restaurant right after we got off work. Mambo Italianos was busy this Friday night, but Ian had made reservations and we got a private table near the back. Candlelight, soft music, and delicious spaghetti-pure perfection.
I could talk to Ian freely, tell him whatever I wanted. He knew my quirks and my otherwise bland sense of humor, so he took control to be the funny one. And he was handsome, perhaps not the most handsome man in the world with his long face and his unruly dark hair, but to me, he was beautiful.
He took me up the Brooklyn Bridge to see the sky line. I’ve seen it before of course, but standing there with him made those dazzling buildings look all the more magical. He wrapped me in his jacket, it being a little cool that night and we took a cab back to my apartment.
“Come inside,” I said when we got to my building. “I have to give you a couple papers.”
“Okay,” Ian said grinning and taking my hand we went up to my apartment.
I miss my apartment sometimes, the small dingy little thing. It was an old apartment complex, didn’t even have central air, only a space heater in the corner of my living room. But I had fixed it up, painted the inside and made it look very modern. Paintings hung on the wall, my furniture all matched.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, gathering up the papers on my desk.
“No,” He said and I shivered. He was right behind me.
I turned to him. “Ian what-“
He kissed me. It wasn’t a normal kiss though, those soft innocent ones we share at the office or out on our dates. It was a hard possessive kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, holding my hair and lifted me off the ground, leading me to my bedroom.
“Stop,” I said, though kissing him back I was frightened.
He lay me on the bed and touched me. Started to take off my shirt. I took my hand and smacked him. He stepped back, for a moment looking like an enraged wild animal. Then, his face softened, and he was my Ian again.
“We’ve been dating for months…” Ian said. “Don’t you…don’t you want to…” He trailed off.
“Get out…please.” I say, tears springing to my eyes. “GO!”
He obliged, leaving and slamming the door. I will never forget that night…
It had been a very nice date. I think it was one of our best. Ian took me to my favorite Italian restaurant right after we got off work. Mambo Italianos was busy this Friday night, but Ian had made reservations and we got a private table near the back. Candlelight, soft music, and delicious spaghetti-pure perfection.
I could talk to Ian freely, tell him whatever I wanted. He knew my quirks and my otherwise bland sense of humor, so he took control to be the funny one. And he was handsome, perhaps not the most handsome man in the world with his long face and his unruly dark hair, but to me, he was beautiful.
He took me up the Brooklyn Bridge to see the sky line. I’ve seen it before of course, but standing there with him made those dazzling buildings look all the more magical. He wrapped me in his jacket, it being a little cool that night and we took a cab back to my apartment.
“Come inside,” I said when we got to my building. “I have to give you a couple papers.”
“Okay,” Ian said grinning and taking my hand we went up to my apartment.
I miss my apartment sometimes, the small dingy little thing. It was an old apartment complex, didn’t even have central air, only a space heater in the corner of my living room. But I had fixed it up, painted the inside and made it look very modern. Paintings hung on the wall, my furniture all matched.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, gathering up the papers on my desk.
“No,” He said and I shivered. He was right behind me.
I turned to him. “Ian what-“
He kissed me. It wasn’t a normal kiss though, those soft innocent ones we share at the office or out on our dates. It was a hard possessive kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, holding my hair and lifted me off the ground, leading me to my bedroom.
“Stop,” I said, though kissing him back I was frightened.
He lay me on the bed and touched me. Started to take off my shirt. I took my hand and smacked him. He stepped back, for a moment looking like an enraged wild animal. Then, his face softened, and he was my Ian again.
“We’ve been dating for months…” Ian said. “Don’t you…don’t you want to…” He trailed off.
“Get out…please.” I say, tears springing to my eyes. “GO!”
He obliged, leaving and slamming the door. I will never forget that night…
