wasn’t going to be the way she was in my dreams, I didn’t want to hear her whining about the way the apartment looked. Maybe I could find a way to make do without that stupid dress. Sleep.
My eyes had barely closed when there she was. Walking along the edge of the lake, the moonlight accentuating her flawless skin giving the illusion that she was glowing. And that dress was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was wearing white satin. Okay, “wearing” wasn’t exactly the right word to describe it. Right in front of me was the most beautiful girl in the world— my girlfriend—draped in nothing but a white satin scarf. As the breeze blew, the delicate fabric fluttered gently, only allowing me brief glimpses of what she kept hidden from the world. No matter what direction the wind blew, I was treated to fleeting peeks at paradise. And that smell! The air was thick with the aroma of cinnamon intertwined with sweet, sweet vanilla. I had to have her. Now.
“Ruby! Wait for me!” I called as she began wading into the water. Gracefully, she waded in up to her knees then turned to face me. One finger at a time, she released her grip on the scarf and stood smiling at me as it slowly fell to the surface of the lake. With the moon behind her and white satin swirling around her, she looked like a goddess. Every inch of skin, every curve of her body—sheer perfection. And she was mine. All mine. She wasn’t going to get away from me this time.
I walked out to where she was, hungering to taste the cinnamon on her lips. She had me in a trance. I wanted so badly to touch her but I needed to admire what I saw first. I circled around her like an art connoisseur setting his eyes on a newly discovered Renaissance sculpture. Not just her skin—her entire body was flawless. But as I reached out to touch her, she backed away.
“That’s no way to treat a lady,” she hissed. Quickly yet elegantly, she strode out of the water clutching the scarf in her hand. She made her way across the shore and disappeared into the forest.
After what felt like hours of searching, I finally found her lying on a bed of moss. Asleep. Asleep and fully clothed. She wanted to be treated like a lady. What exactly did that mean ? What did she want from me? I kneeled down beside her and contemplated what to do next. Then I saw it. Sitting there on a stump to my left. I was about to make her the happiest girl in the world.
14. The Fault is Mine
When I woke up and found Zach painting my toenails, I freaked out. Wtf? Something was seriously wrong with him. He was half awake, half asleep but completely crazy. I was convinced of it. I’d only been dealing with his erratic behavior for a few days but I knew that there was no way I could put up with this much longer. Frustrated, I shouted out his name repeatedly until he fully woke up.
“Why are you yelling at me now ? You just told me that you wanted me to start treating you like a lady! I thought you would appreciate me doing this for you! Stop playing your girl games and tell me what you want from me!”
I probably should have kept my mouth shut but I didn’t. “Zach, what I want from you is for you to start acting sane again! Living with you is like living in a psych ward! Why can’t you stop being crazy?”
My words were hurtful—I knew that even as I was spewing them out. But I’d hit a level of frustration that I never knew existed. He needed to get help, the kind of help I couldn’t give him.
“No, you’re the one who’s crazy! You act like you want me and then you don’t. You tease me and make me look like a fool. You’re the one who needs help—not me. If I didn’t have to deal with you , I’d be perfectly fine.”
“Maybe when we
My eyes had barely closed when there she was. Walking along the edge of the lake, the moonlight accentuating her flawless skin giving the illusion that she was glowing. And that dress was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was wearing white satin. Okay, “wearing” wasn’t exactly the right word to describe it. Right in front of me was the most beautiful girl in the world— my girlfriend—draped in nothing but a white satin scarf. As the breeze blew, the delicate fabric fluttered gently, only allowing me brief glimpses of what she kept hidden from the world. No matter what direction the wind blew, I was treated to fleeting peeks at paradise. And that smell! The air was thick with the aroma of cinnamon intertwined with sweet, sweet vanilla. I had to have her. Now.
“Ruby! Wait for me!” I called as she began wading into the water. Gracefully, she waded in up to her knees then turned to face me. One finger at a time, she released her grip on the scarf and stood smiling at me as it slowly fell to the surface of the lake. With the moon behind her and white satin swirling around her, she looked like a goddess. Every inch of skin, every curve of her body—sheer perfection. And she was mine. All mine. She wasn’t going to get away from me this time.
I walked out to where she was, hungering to taste the cinnamon on her lips. She had me in a trance. I wanted so badly to touch her but I needed to admire what I saw first. I circled around her like an art connoisseur setting his eyes on a newly discovered Renaissance sculpture. Not just her skin—her entire body was flawless. But as I reached out to touch her, she backed away.
“That’s no way to treat a lady,” she hissed. Quickly yet elegantly, she strode out of the water clutching the scarf in her hand. She made her way across the shore and disappeared into the forest.
After what felt like hours of searching, I finally found her lying on a bed of moss. Asleep. Asleep and fully clothed. She wanted to be treated like a lady. What exactly did that mean ? What did she want from me? I kneeled down beside her and contemplated what to do next. Then I saw it. Sitting there on a stump to my left. I was about to make her the happiest girl in the world.
14. The Fault is Mine
When I woke up and found Zach painting my toenails, I freaked out. Wtf? Something was seriously wrong with him. He was half awake, half asleep but completely crazy. I was convinced of it. I’d only been dealing with his erratic behavior for a few days but I knew that there was no way I could put up with this much longer. Frustrated, I shouted out his name repeatedly until he fully woke up.
“Why are you yelling at me now ? You just told me that you wanted me to start treating you like a lady! I thought you would appreciate me doing this for you! Stop playing your girl games and tell me what you want from me!”
I probably should have kept my mouth shut but I didn’t. “Zach, what I want from you is for you to start acting sane again! Living with you is like living in a psych ward! Why can’t you stop being crazy?”
My words were hurtful—I knew that even as I was spewing them out. But I’d hit a level of frustration that I never knew existed. He needed to get help, the kind of help I couldn’t give him.
“No, you’re the one who’s crazy! You act like you want me and then you don’t. You tease me and make me look like a fool. You’re the one who needs help—not me. If I didn’t have to deal with you , I’d be perfectly fine.”
“Maybe when we
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