Two Lovers


Sitting cross-legged eating her breakfast, she bites into her marmalade-covered toast making all manner of strange noises, and when she dips the crusts into her baked beans, the light coming through the window catches her eyes in the most delicate of ways. Reaching over and flicking away the crumbs from the corners of her mouth, he strokes the side of her face causing her to lean into the open palm of his hand. Finishing her toast, she moves onto the hash browns and when she’s done with them licks her fingers before going to work on the fried mushrooms and tomatoes. In the meantime, he’s put some music on his phone. It’s The White Album. Picking the song with her name in the title, she immediately stops eating and beams at him. She means to say ‘my song!’ but the words don’t quite get past the food in her mouth, and at the same time, the two of them giggle like kids caught doing something they shouldn’t. Stroking her knee, he eats his sausages and drinks his tea nodding his head to the music, happy he’s got some food in his belly and happy that she’s happy too. Taking a sip of his tea, she leans her head back and groans to the ceiling just like she did when they were fucking. Noticing the similarities, when she looks over and finds him smirking at her, she finishes the last of her mushrooms and places both their plates on the floor. He wasn’t himself finished, but just as he was about to protest, she leaned over and rested her head against his chest while wrapping her arms tightly around his middle. Sniffing her hair, together they collapsed onto the duvet, cocooning themselves in the warmth of each other’s bodies. There were no words between them, just the music coming from his phone. Listening to the voices singing her name, she put her ear over his heart as he ran his fingers through her hair, and when she looked up at him, there was something in that look that drowned out the words that echoed around the room before slipping through the open door and down the wooden stairs. They were lovers now for sure, and not only that but each was the other’s familiar. Not breaking his gaze, she stared at him until one by one the tears dripped from the corners of her curious eyes.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US

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