Rejection

I went to visit Mr. Excitement yesterday. He’d stopped taking my phone calls. I knew he’d probably found someone else and moved on. I knew he probably didn’t want to see me. But despite knowing that, I knew that I needed to see him, no matter how much it hurt.

I pulled up to the shop and I spotted him immediately, his long legs hanging out from beneath a thermo-king truck. He saw me too as I pulled up and he withdrew himself and rose to meet me.

He looked just like I remembered him – bronzed skin, dark hair dripping with sweat, eyes yellow-brown and soft as warm honey. Still, he was different.
His eyes seemed darker, circles beneath them, hollow and haunted. The lines about his mouth seemed deeper, his lips tight in a scowl.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said firmly, but his eyes said something different.

“I had to see you.” I answered softly, walking towards him.

“You’ve seen me. Now what?” he snapped.

“I want you to come home with me this weekend.”

“That wasn’t my home. If it was you wouldn’t have tried to throw me out.”

“Excitement, please, you were way out there.” I reminded him. “You scared me.”

I saw the scowl on his face beginning to weaken. “I’m nothing back bad for you.” I could hear the pain in his voice.

“No. You have problems. We both do, but you make me whole.”

I took the last step and wrapped my arms around him. I buried my face in his neck and breathed his sharp musky scent. He reluctantly put his arms around me. I pressed a kiss to the thick sheen of sweat on his neck. I drew back slightly to look up at him and he pressed his lips to mine. The electricity was still there. I could feel it coursing between us. I kissed him back. It felt so right.