Only Say My Name

him

He thought that he’d put the final nail in his coffin…that he had fucked up beyond any kind of repair. But there she was, leaning over him on their bed, early morning light shining in from the window behind her, darkening her face and creating a halo around her silhouette.

She leaned in, her facing growing darker but he could still see the upturn of her lips before they were on his. He buried his hand in her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark strands as he breathed deeply, taking the air from her lungs.

He really thought he had fucked up.

But he should have known things would have turned out fine, that she would come creeping back into their apartment and into their bedroom in the early hours of the morning, the sun barely even peeking over the horizon.

This is how it always ended up. He just thought that eventually enough would be enough and he’d have to lie in the hole that he had dug, not that she hadn’t helped.

If he was being honest with himself, he knew she liked to cause trouble. She knew how to make him jealous, and angry, make his blood rush so he could only see red. The only name he ever wanted to fall from her lips was his.