“Louisa, you know I’ve always wanted to be with you. I’m not telling you to ditch him but I’ll always treat you like the queen you are…”
I stop fidgeting with the buttons on my blouse then look at Justin in the eye. His expression is so genuine and I can tell that he is hurting too. “I know.” I respond, almost in a whisper.
“Then do whatever you need to do to get in a better mood. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
My boyfriend had cheated on me with someone I had considered a mutual friend. The pain I had felt upon finding out that I had been played was unbearable, and right then all I needed was a distraction. Justin had always been a good friend. But something was different about him today. He looked a bit more… Handsome? Attractive? I don’t really know… One thing I was sure about was that I wanted to be in his arms…
“Justin, hold me, please.” I tell him.
“Anything for you, babe girl.” He responds as he pulls me into a warm hug.
My petite figure almost gets lost in his muscled body, as I immediately get lost in my own thoughts. I don’t realize that I’ve been crying until a soft sob escapes my lips. Justin slowly tilts my head upwards to meet his gaze as a tear drops from my eye. He extends his thumb to wipe the tear and right there, right then, I feel it. His touch is the most gentle one I’ve ever felt and I don’t want him to stop. I hold his hand and feebly smile. “Don’t cry. He’s the loser here.” Justin comforts me.
For a moment, everything goes silent and the only sounds I can hear are those of our breaths. My kiss takes him by surprise but he responds to it after a few seconds. Everything feels perfect. I want this to go on. I can hear us breathing faster and faster by each passing second. Justin starts to unbutton my blouse but I push him away as I stand up and struggle to catch my breath.
“Is everything okay?” He asks.
“Justin, I never intended for this to happen-I shouldn’t have kissed you-I have a boyfriend-I was just carried away in the moment-I need to get out of here-I’m really sorry-This will never happen ag…”
“Louisa, you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this to happen.”
“I don’t feel you in that way. Justin, you are a good friend and I don’t want to use you like that. Right now I just want something to take my mind off that fucker. But I don’t want you to be my distraction. I don’t want what we have to be destroyed just because I used you as a rebound.”
I notice a tinge of hurt on Justin’s face but he shrugs it off by smiling wryly. “Louisa, I want this as much as you want it.” Justin says as he claims my lips with his. My knees are weak and I almost melt at the contact of our lips. He is right. I want this. And I want it so bad. I slide my hand behind his neck and pull him closer. Justin slowly pulls away, and this time I’m the one wondering if everything is okay. I search his eyes for a sign of…something…anything. Anything that will tell me to stop without Justin necessarily mouthing the words.
“Louisa, tell me to stop, and I will. I promise.”
“No Justin, don’t. Don’t stop.”
Our lips meet once again and this time all I can see are green lights. I feel at ease and for once since I started dating, I only think about myself.
I take off my blouse as Justin removes his T-shirt, revealing his rock-hard abs. He leans down and savours my neck, kissing, biting, sucking, doing everything that I want him to do to me. A soft moan escapes my lips as my knees give way and Justin lifts me off the ground swiftly, as if I weigh nothing more than a feather. I lock my legs around his waist, gently nibbling his left ear as he unclasps my bra. He tries to suppress a groan but fails terribly. “You are so beautiful, Louisa.” I look at him, smiling, flaunting a faint dimple on my left cheek. He starts towards his bedroom and before I know it, I’m on his bed, under the covers, with Justin on top of me, kissing me everywhere… Then I hear someone calling out my name…
Oh c’mon! Did the interruption have to come at such a time? But wait, I’m on set and everyone here refers to me as Louisa. Not even the director calls me by my real name during a shoot. So I open my eyes, to find my classmates, and lecturer staring at me! I stare back at them absentmindedly before the lecturer breaks the awkward silence: “Archie, you’ve already missed too much by being away during the first two weeks of the semester. You really don’t want to add to that by daydreaming in my lecture, do you?”
“Umh… Sure. I’m sorry about that.” I give him an apologetic look.
“So tell us, why is the director’s creativity crucial in solving technical problems while handling stage business?”
Crap! I spent my whole weekend watching movies, tweeting, following Sammroi’s stories on instagram, and intentionally forgot about my assignment. I should just have followed my heart and skipped this lecture as well. This is going to be a looong semester!