I was lying on his bed when he walked in. At first he didn’t see me. I watched him as he undid his tie and raked his fingers through his thick, brown hair as I had seen him do so many times. But that was when he was with the others. With a growing sense of excitement, I realized that now I was the only one. It had to be me.
His lips; especially I watched his lips. Now they were going to be mine. I was already feeling hot as he moistened his mouth and made that peculiar smacking noise that is one of his little endearing habits.
Then he turned and saw me for the first time. He froze in mid-step. His gasp was audible. I was lying there half-covered beneath a flimsy, gauzy cover. I knew he could see the cool, white lines of my body through the tissue-thin material.
A fascinating mixture of desire and guilt flickered across his face. Above all, I could see that he wanted me, wanted me so badly, just as I wanted to feel his hands and lips pressing against me. There was a moment of tense silence. Then he let out an anguished gasp and fled into the next room.
Coward, I thought bitterly. What a wimp! I knew what it was – his new girlfriend. She'd been nagging him about us. Finally he promised that was it, the end, no more. She’d even told him he had to make up his mind: it was either her or… Well, now it looked like I wasn’t even in the running.
I lay there, trembling slightly. As my passion subsided, I was overcome with a sense of indignation. After all, who did she think she was to give him an ultimatum? It had to be his decision; he wasn’t a child.
Unexpectedly, he came storming back in from the other room. He grabbed me, ripped away my flimsy cover and carried me into the bathroom.
Whilst one part of me exulted, the other realized dully why this was: he wanted me so much, yet she still held sway over him and his promise. He could desire me, ravish me, and enjoy me to the full in the bathroom without leaving the telltale scent of our ardor.
He closed his eyes and inhaled my perfume, running his nose the whole length of my body. Then he caressed me and I was gone, blazing hot with desire as he took me, his mouth pressed on me hard, his breath deep.
Then, suddenly, the door flew open and, for a moment, I thought he would toss me to the floor.
It was her. She let out a wail: “Thomas!” Her face was white with anger. “You promised me never again!”
With that she tore me from his grasp, threw me to the floor and ground down on me with her heel.
I sighed. My fading thought was: no matter how much we are desired, being a cigarette really sucks. Life is just one big drag after another.