It was unbelievable. That whole day images ran through my head of Patrick and that girl. I imagined all sorts of scenarios. Has he done this before? I also put myself in the girl's position, dreaming of all the things that I wanted so badly, but could never admit to myself out loud.
All through English class, my head swam with possibilities and situations in which Patrick's mouth was on my skin, his hands on my body. His face was etched into my mind like a mental tattoo, and I scanned it over and over again. The dark and brooding eyes, the chiseled chin, the high cheekbones, and the full lips all were contributing factors that made up the most truly beautiful face I had ever seen. He was gorgeous, but he was evil.
Although on the outside he had the appearance of a Greek god, on the inside he was cruel and arrogant. I've seen him made many a girl cry, and I've also seen him strut around our school as if he owned the place. He was so insufferable, I wanted to smack him every time I saw that smug smile turn up the corners of his mouth.
Yet, at the same time, I wanted to press myself against him and make his knees weak with lust. I had multiple daydreams that day in class about what it would be like to feel his touch, his taste. It was liquid fire in my bones, and I couldn't stand it.
I couldn't wait to be out of school that day. My head was spinning with these pretend scenes with Patrick, and I was making myself sick. How could I be so shallow, so selfish? This attraction was nothing, there was no spiritual or love filled connection, just my simple need to prove myself to him.
When I got home that day, I went immediately asleep. I thanked God that I could sink into unconsciousness for a few hours. Sleep had always been sort of a refuge for me, a way to forget myself for a period of time.
But this was no ordinary nap. For that time, I dreamed of the time Patrick and I met.
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