Persuasions

Quarterly Life Crisis

"So, you may rest your pretty little head here.", he whispered only loud enough so that I could hear him. His breath was warm against my ear and I could feel my heart flutter. 

I was suffering from memory loss, but my libido seemed fine, perfect even, since she was awake and fawning over this mystery man. 

He lay me on this massive bed, and tucked me under a dark weighted blanket that smelled of him. It was the first time I had the opportunity to scan his face and whoa. He was fairly tan, and had dark, thick hair that fell over his face in an unruly way that was dapper and hot. His thick eyelashes protected the deep dark blue pools that where his eyes, that pulled at the corners in an adorable way that made his eyes crinkle. He must've seen me staring in an inappropriate manner for a mysterious-unknown-woman way, because he flashed me the most dazzling smile that revealed two matching dimples. 

I knew I didn't want him to leave. 

Of course, because for one, I didn't want to be alone. After everything that had happened today, and the entire ordeal with not knowing who I was, to waking up with no recollection of where I was or with who, I needed the reassurance of another human body. 

"If you need anything at all, feel the liberty to wake me. I'll be here", he said, pointing to a plush leather couch that lay opposite the glass wall that gave view to the darkened hillside. The room was dimly lit, and along with the dark wood and moonlight that shone through, he looked entirely out of a GQ magazine. 

That thought alone rung bells in my brain. So I knew magazine talk, interesting. 

He was tall, at approximately...6ft 4inches and absolutely ripped in the most appetizing way. For a moment, as I looked at him, I forgot about my life altering situation that is happening this very moment. But I saw my hands, and noticed that he probably tried cleaning my hands but hadn't gotten it all. 

I burst into tears and couldn't suppress the notion that everything wasn't okay. I was lost, and broken. And without identity, completely f****d and owning it. 

A blur of large strides entered my view and before I could fight it, his big arms where wrapped around me, holding me to his chest. 

He must've spared my feelings, because he held my like that for what could've been minutes. Dry, short heaves escaped my dry throat after my quarter life crisis. 

"Please don't leave me...", I said.