For Him and He

|{And just like that, like a hint of indecent, balmy musky air Him was back. She woke up to a room smelling like Him. She’s head knew it wasn’t true but her heart struggled with every beat to conceal that he had crept up, inside her skin while she was asleep.
She touched the Braille of goosebumps on her arms, tracing it with her fingertips and Him’s name was etched on it. A name that She had forbidden herself to speak, a name that was but a faint quiver hidden away in the deepest, darkest corner of her unsaid confessionals. 

She shrugged Him off of her. Or rather made a vain and pathetic attempt at it. Her head was filling up with the musty smell of nostalgia and it was fogging her vision and quite possibly her judgment. She reached out to her phone and begun typing His name but of course the spring cleaning had done away with His number. Pursing her lips, she jogged through her mental catalogue of obscure information and found his number lying right beside his moaning black sheet on which they had made love under the stars. 

While she gulped unintentional amounts of water in an attempt to wash over the insides of her brain, something stirred beside her. She paid no heed until a hesitant hand grazed her’s. She looked as He smiled back at her with those crinkly brown eyes. “Morning gorgeous”, He said in a voice raspier than maple leaves in autumn. She wasn’t startled but she felt an unexplained need to pretend she was. He’s fondly blushing pink cheeks were no competition for the sepia haze she was in. But He didn’t see it and pulled her close, kissing her on her cotton mouth, “God, you’re beautiful”. 

As gentle and playful as a tug on a yarn tearing open the entire scarf, She tore herself away from He. “Italian food is heaven until you discover garlic breath”, she smiled as she made her way to the bathroom. He laughed and his kind eyes melted into puddles of crinkly gooeyness, ‘Beautiful AND funny…’
She smiled at him with a slyness she had acquired from her cat and closed the bathroom door behind her.

She’s smile was suddenly gone and regrettably, so was the rest of her morning. Something was telling her that perhaps He was on his way out too. She and He could be perfect, but She’s she-ness lay with Him and now her head was reeling.}