The Space Between Our Skin

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    He made me cry. Didn’t listen to my feelings. So pig-headed sometimes. Hadn't spoken to each after since our fight on Friday. I was still angry when I heard his keys in the door of our apartment. I had something sharp on the tip of my tongue, ready to fire...
But then he walked in with a fresh haircut, and I froze.

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    The scent of hairshine trailed behind him as he breezed past me. “Wanna watch a movie today?” he said, half-hearted, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. No answer from me.

It was a slow Sunday. Nothing else to do before the week started, so… fine. I cooked. Cleaned. After we ate in silence, I sank into my self-care routine: washing my hair, shaving my legs, moisturizing, shaping my brows. Why do men look good without even trying?

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    When I peeked in later, he was napping. By the time the sun started to set, he hopped in the shower while I set a tray of snacks and wine on the coffee table.

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     The bathroom door opened. He stepped out in a towel, yelled, “Ready?”

I looked at his body, still lean, still cut, still eating twice as much as me without a hint of weight gain. “Yeah,” I replied.

Minutes later, he was in a crisp white tank and basketball shorts, simple, clean, somehow perfect. He sat far on the other end of the couch, not even noticing the snacks I’d prepared.

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“What do you wanna watch?”

 

“I don’t know, whatever.”

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    We had opposite tastes, me with my romances and dramas, him with his action and horror. I offered The Chi, our usual middle ground. But then, to my surprise, he said, “Nah, let’s watch one of those love flicks you like so much.”

Not Mr. Self-Centered himself… thinking of what I wanted first. I didn’t let it show, but inside, he made me smile.

I picked a romance. Lights off.

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    Somewhere between the first laugh and the second, the mood shifted. My heart softened. I pulled my legs up on the sofa. “It’s cold,” I murmured. “Come here.”

    He slid closer, arm wrapping around me.

His skin smelled fresh. I wanted to bury my face in it. As I watched the flicker of the screen dance in his eyes, I wondered why we wasted so much time fighting over nothing.

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   The love scenes made me think about his lips. Now I wanted him to kiss me. He caught me staring, and I smiled.

I pulled him closer, erasing all the space between our skin. The fireworks were lit.

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    He kissed me, and I kissed back, tongue deep, the kind of kiss that wasn’t routine, this was the way we kissed in the beginning, when he chased me and I wanted to be caught.

The touching was different too. More than sex... it was connection. Twin flames. Soulmates. Fate.

Love. Sex. Destiny. Forever.
I love this man.

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The end.