This prompt continues with Mav’s Story. This is the 7th installment so if you’re new and would like to read it in chronological order, read the previous parts HERE before you read this. It can also be read as a stand alone.
This was absolutely the last time I’d let him do this.
His thumbs caressed my cheek as he stole my breath with a simple kiss, his passion sweeping me away.
I reached for him, wrapping my naked body around him so his skin met mine.
The blades of grass tried to poke through the thin blanket – the stars, moon, and flickering fire casting shadows over us.
“Not yet.” His magic fingers knew just where to touch me.
“Please.” I tried to reach him and return the favor.
His body naked, blanketing mine in the cool fall night.
I didn’t know this was good-bye.
My fingers brushed something rough on his left shoulder. Without even thinking I explored the foreign texture.
“Dammit, Mav!” He shoved my hands away and disappeared.
It took several seconds to clear my desire laden brain.
“Was that… a bandage?”
“Yeah.” The voice traveled from across the room.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I stood, pulling the sheet from the bed and wrapping it around my body. “I think it does. You insisted I come with you. It’s about time you tell me what is going on.”
“The less you know the better.” His shadow peeled back a corner of the curtain, peering outside. A faint glow sneaked through the gap, illuminating half of his body.
I dug my manicure into my palms, fighting the past – the urge to hold him.
Instead, I circled behind him, my eyes seeking the answers.
A glare on his dark skin, the white reflected what little light the window let in. The gauze and tape covered most of his left upper back and shoulder.
A chill filled me. “That looks pretty serious.”
His silence echoed in the room.
“Enough? Fine. Be an ass. But don’t make me witness it. I’m outta here.” I stormed from the room, nearly running into the bedroom door in my haste.
Ten seconds later the futility of my actions hit me as I realized I only had a sheet and no clue where my clothes hid. I flicked on a hall light and winced, the lurking headache creeping behind my eyes.
My hangover was not helping.
I needed a drink.
I tripped on the sheet as I found the kitchen, turning its light on. The bottle of Jack still sat on the counter, ready and waiting.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke from behind.
I closed my eyes, my nails imprinting half moons into my palms. “For what? Leaving me? Coming back? Being an asshole?” I couldn’t hide the bitterness.
“About the Jack. I didn’t know, Mav.”
“I know. My bad, right?” I eyes watered and I cursed his ability to reduce me to a hormonal teenager again.
“Mav…” He pulled my hair loose from the sheet.
“Just.. stop.. okay?” I blinked back the tears. “I wish…”
“I’d stayed dead?”
The word “yes” raced to the tip of my tongue, riding my pain, but refused to go any further. My lips held it prisoner, refusing to let it escape.
“For what then?”
I wish you’d never left.
I wish I’d forgotten to pick up the mail yesterday.
I wish I didn’t crave a shot of whiskey.
“I wish you’d tell me what happened to your damn shoulder and what the hell is going on.”
His eyes searched my face for… something.
“Your clothes are in the dryer. Get dressed. Then we’ll talk.”
“Tell me now, or I put on my clothes and leave. What happened to your shoulder?”
“I stepped in front of a bullet.” Sorrow filled his face. “It didn’t matter.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She believed I’d keep her safe. She was wrong.”
Write a short piece – 600 words max – that begins with the words, “This was absolutely the last time” and ends with “She was wrong.”
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As always, constructive criticism is most welcomed. Did it flow from the previous pieces? Does it still hold your attention? Are you bored? Too passive? A favorite line? A least favorite?
Are you sick of this story and would rather I write about some new characters?
If you need to read what happened before go HERE.