Again (Brandy Jeffus)

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    "Why do you have this?" I ask after hesitating for a split second, tapping the glass.
    He grins and his cheeks redden. "Well it's not cause I like the band. To be honest I think they suck."
    He walks past me into the living room and picks up a shirt from the chair. He comes to stand by me and he’s so close I can smell the body soap he just used. I look up at him.
    "I always thought it was neat. And in that upper far right side, you can make out a man's face. I always hoped that it was me. That I was still in here,” he taps his temple, “You have crazy epic talent. I liked the thought of having a piece of you inside my house," he finished.
    I turn my body to him and once again I’m awestruck at how beautiful he is. He was always attractive, but turning into a man has done him well. There’s a tattoo above his heart, something in a different language. I reach up and lightly touched it.
    "What does it say?" His heart thuds rapidly underneath my fingertips.
    "In French, ‘I have found the one whom my soul loves, ‘Song of Solomon 3:4’.” Eli whispers back. He closes his eyes and places his hand over mine. His hand is warm, his grip so soft.
    "There's another here," he points to his inner left arm. "That says, ‘Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away,’ Song of Solomon 8: 7." He meets my gaze, "I got them for you. I'm sorry; I know that seems creepy, especially having your artwork framed in my hallway. I swear I’m not your stalker.”
    "Shh," I command quietly. I take his hands and lead him to his room. I stop in front of his bed and take my shirt off. My breathing is fast and I look up in his eyes with tears in mine... I turn around so he can see the right side of my ribcage. My tattoo is there, another phrase but in English, so he knows what it reads immediately.
    “‘All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you. Song of Solomon 4:7’," he reads aloud. His voice is low and makes my stomach flutter. All around us I can practically feel the electricity coming from us.
    "That one is for you," I whisper before I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. His full lips are sweet and fit perfectly over mine. He pulls away after a minute, his green eyes lock on mine and I nod. He starts slowly pulling his shorts down.
    "Is this okay, Bonnie? I don't want to rush things." He looks so uncertain standing in his boxer briefs, so unsure of himself.
    My smile is wide, "I haven't done anything so right, in a long, long time."
    I take off the remainder of my clothes and we start kissing again. I feel weak and vulnerable, but underneath all that are the familiar feelings of raw love, hunger, and need. Every time we made love, it convinced me our bodies had been made specifically for each other.
    This time wouldn’t be any different, no matter how many years had passed.
    He picks me up with ease and carries me out of the room. I raise an eyebrow, and he smiles, his eyes warm and intense. His eyes show every emotion he’s feeling right now, they always did give him away. He continues to walk through the house naked and finally stops at another room. This faces towards the lake and the wall was made out of glass. A black dresser is to the side and in the middle is a white sheeted round bed with a white canopy halfway around it. Red pillows decorate the head of the bed. The room is adorned with art that I gifted him in high school. I am taken by surprise to see more of my artwork, long ago forgotten.
    "You built this?" I whisper. He nods and kisses my nose.
    "I've never used it, to be honest. It was just something that I needed to build for some reason. You like it?" he asks. I kiss him on the nose back and nod.
    He carries me to the dresser where he turns the CD player on. Ed Sheeran’s “Kiss Me” comes on and Eli looks apologetic.
    “I swear I’m not trying to be cheesy. This song always reminded me of you.”
    "It's beautiful, just like you," is my answer. He

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