Shego’s POV
She left. She actually left! How could she let me kiss her like that, and then just say it meant nothing? It wasn’t like she was desperate to end it until I tried to take it further.
Even though she’s gone a small smile graces my lips. She so liked it. Next time I’ll take things slower. Who knows? Maybe Kimmie isn’t such a prude after all.
I can still taste her on my lips. Her taste is sweet and addictive and I’m already craving her lips again. I’m like some lovesick teenager, but I can’t help it, it’s the effect she has on me. A part of knows she won’t be at the front door yet and if I hurry I could catch her, refuse to let her go, force her to let me taste her again, but I won’t go back on my promise. I can’t force her to want me.
So I just shut my eyes tightly in a futile attempt to stem the flow of my tears. I curl myself up, in a foetal position and try not to think of how awkward it will be to see her again. Will she just blush and shy away from me again, unable to fight from embarrassment? Or will she use it against me? Taunt and tease me in order to win?
No. That’s not Kim’s style. It’s mine.
The front door slams shut and the silence in my apartment is deafening. I’m used to being on my own, but tonight the solitude is different. Having Kim so close to me for so long has only showed me how much I want her. How much I need her so that I’m finally not alone. But now she’s gone.
A creak on the tenth stair, the only stair that creaks, tells me that I’m not as alone in the apartment as I first thought. When my door opens slightly and a shadow falls over me as someone slips inside, momentarily blocking the light, I feel on fire inside. It could be a burglar, an assassin, a global justice agent or anyone, but I don’t move from my position, I know who it is that sits on the edge of my bed and hesitates before speaking.
“Shego?”
TBC