11 December, 2014

The Night

It was the end of a long hard day’s worth of work and he was finally home to his latest infatuation. Truth be told, she was the best he had laid his hands on in a long long time. He dumped his bag on the table, tempted to open her again. But first things needed to be done first. He opened the cupboard and brought out his precious scotch glass. Special days deserved special rites. Carefully, he added 2 cubes of ice and poured himself a golden drink. This was the life he aspired for. He set the drink on the table, touching her, for it was testing for him to stay apart from her for so long. All through the day, he’d kept his mind from thinking of her. But no more. Now he was back, he was going to enjoy her to his heart’s content.

He laid her across her table and set himself on the couch in the most comfortable position. All was set. He opened her with a gentle touch. Careful, not to let his excitement get the better of him. He eyed her casually before he began. Tonight, he would have all of her.

A glass of vanilla coke in one hand and Rowling’s book in another, he continued reading.