Touch

I picked up the wine glass that had been layed out earlier that day. Peering into it I whispered,

"This is as empty as I feel" He laughed before sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me in.

"Your such an optimistic, glaring into wine glasses commenting on your life in such a inspiring way" He was such a fool at times mocking me in ways that made me smile like nobody else could. People said I was blinded by his love, wore rose tint glasses when I was with him, I would deny such nonsence but deep down I knew it. They where right and I was wrong. But the past two years we had spent in each others company and the wild nights we shared just kept me in that rosey light and kept my optimism in his arms. We never got to spend much time together however and I think thats what kept us strong. I treasured the quiet nights we got to share like tonight watching some twenty pence video with a bottle or red. Cuddled up on the sofa only the two of us.



He began pouring the second glass and held it for me to drink. Playfully moving it around my face spilling it down my white dress. Jumping up I yelled. "What the hell you doing my dress is ruined" A smirked wiped his face.

"Well go change" winking.

In a huff I left the room and walked into the kitchen pushing the tap onto hot I waited a minuite or two watching the water run down the drain as steam crawled from the sink into the air. I put a  plug in and made a hot bowl. Rumaging the cuboard I found the fabric cleaner and wetted the top of my dress. The warm sensation filled the top slowling turning cold. It was a horrible feeling of wet clothes against my skin I began rubbing the wash in and it just smudged and made no effect I began rubbing in more powder going faster and faster but no effect. There was a sence of being watched a feather light touch moved up the side of my leg.

"Oh what do you want"

I felt the alcholic breath against my neck as he pushed my arms against my body and poured some bleach into the milky mixture in the sink.

"Try this" he got the brush I had used and soaked it into the mixture and from behind me gentally began rubbing into the stain it  sort of worked but not well enough just made it fade. I watched how his hands just wiped against the towel and then span me round sliding down he pulled the dress over my head and dropped it into the sink looking into my eyes as he did he pushed into me and kissed my lips lightly making them tingle.

"shut your eyes"

I felt his hands slide down to my thighs then another to my feet slowly moving them forward still tingling he moved this soft fabric up and over my arms.

"here no need to worry about the stains its the same colour as the wine"

"Who says I'm worrying" Winking I grabbed his hand and went back into the living room and sat him down.