#theopeningact

it was eating him from the inside. how he imagined the ways he would grip your skin and leave you with goosebumps. what remained of your feather light trails over his skin now burned him. it was only fair that he had his revenge. an eye for an eye, except it wouldn’t have been, he would’ve left marks.

eddie felt steve’s car pull out of the lot because of the speed bump the front and back tires had slightly climbed over. eddie was suddenly sitting straight up, “steve the gate, shut the gate to the lot”. steve let out a whisper, “whoops”. he parked his car and hopped out. leaving the driver's side door open and walking around to the back of his bmw to grab the gate and close it. when he got back into the car eddie’s face was dropped and his eyes were glazed over like he had been crying. he wasn’t, couldn’t have been, eddie never cried in front of steve.

he had to keep reminding himself, you weren’t sober, he wasn’t sober. as much as he wanted it, he was a respectful man. and who knew if you actually felt some kind of attraction towards him? deep down he worried it was just the liquor forcing you on him, you unconsciously making bad decisions. he was just a bad decision to you.

this didn’t feel like a bad decision to him. when eddie had you caged between himself and the wall he wanted to do something more than just invade your circle. the boy wanted to crowd you till there was no space keeping you two apart. faces meshed together in a hot battle of who could pull a whimper from the other’s throat first. grabbing your hip slowly, but bruisingly. being sure to tracing your cupid's bow leisurely with his tongue, to tease. when you would cry his name, he’d bite you with his sharp canines to pull a little moan from you. 

he started to twitch in his pants against the fly of his jeans. he clenched his fist.

the next morning hit you like a train. it was still dark outside, sunshine not yet leaking through your blinds. the digital clock next to you hollowed out your eyes. it was too early. your head was pounding. eyes heavy. you rolled over, praying that past you had left a peace offering of a cold glass of water on the bedside table. she did. the glass was half full. fighting off the hangover you lulled yourself awake forcefully knowing that you had to call in for work at the record shop you worked at to treat the hangover the rest of day. your boss would understand. 

when you rose out of your bed you noticed a small piece of paper on your night stand.

you brushed your hands over it slowly recollecting the night’s memories with eddie. the ticket next to it silently promised you reuniting with him. you couldn’t wait for next tuesday. it was only wednesday. six more days. eddie was burned into your brain. tumbling thoughts turned into loops of certain moments playing in your head like a movie. 

when he leaned in close while you sat at the bar and joked with him, it was so easy to make him laugh. how the lights in his eyes would be glowing when you would glance away and then catch him staring. he was awfully shy but as he slowly opened up to you, you recognize how in control of a conversation he could be. pushing and pulling you every which was with the next words that fell from his lips as he chatted with you last night. you were obsessed.

him calling you a cab and practically begging you to stay safe on the trip home. the recollection of that memory made your tummy flip. every detail was so sweet. you liked him. you liked him an unbelievable amount for someone who was just a stranger. he seemed like he was unavailable though, someone who didn’t really get involved with anyone because of their dreams. you hoped it could be more, just friends would be enough. you had no idea if he would even reciprocate the feelings. 

the letter was marked —“eddie xx”. you blushed at the faux kisses he left. your eyes skimmed down to the bottom of his letter. “p.s. need my jacket back”. your eyebrow crooked upwards. his… jacket? throwing the warm blankets off of your frame so you could escape the convincing bed to just have five more minutes was difficult for you. but you were highly rewarded when you felt your feet land on something chunky and cold at the end of the bed. 

your eyes widened at the sensation. when you looked down you saw a lump of dark leather slumped on the floor. oh. that jacket. you picked it up slowly the scent of the coat invaded your senses. it was similar to the scent last night but now more nostalgic and familiar. you threw it over your shoulders and soaked in the scent from the collar. you swore you would only lay down for another second, but the warmth quickly turned the seconds into minutes, and the minutes into hours.