Only You
August 21, 20xx - 11:21 PM
The lights were on when I entered my room. I didn't miss the huge lump hiding beneath the blankets. I walked towards my bed, sat on the edge.
"I told you not to come here anymore."
I said softly. I saw him on the tv again today. He was with his leading lady promoting their upcoming movie.
How many times have we broken up already? Too many to count. I knew this would happen the moment I laid my eyes on him. He's loved by everyone, and I hated him for that. Although, I admit it wasn't really his fault. Or maybe it is...
"I hate it when you lay on my bed in that form."
I lied and he knows it. I love him in this form. I love him in whatever form he is. I love his silk black hair, his chiseled jaw, his smiling eyes. I love everything about him. I hate myself for that, by the way.
He made some movements, his head popped out of the blanket. I put my hand on his head, petted him. He closed his eyes and made some weird noises. He was enjoying it.
"Shift for me." I said to him.
I stood up and waited for him to crawl out of bed. I stood there and waited for a few minutes. And then, right in front of my eyes he shifted from a beautiful black beast to a tall, dark and handsome man.
He was standing in all his naked glory. I briefly reminded myself that I am mad at him. But then, when he called my name all of my thoughts flew out of the window.
Damn him.
"I missed you." He said as he pulled me closer to him. He kissed me softly, and I moaned. "Forgive me."
I bit my lip, nodded my head in agreement. Atleast, I managed to stay mad at him for the whole day. That's a record.
"Stop making movies with her. I hate her."
He hummed as he hid his face on the side of my neck. "You told me to do the movie."
I snorted, "Don't do what I say. Most of the time it's not what I want you to do anyway."
"Okay."
I hugged him back.
To be continued...