Having Just Met
You lick your lips and slide into his bed, inching towards him until you feel the warmth radiating off his body. You slide your hand down the curve of his back, eventually grazing his hipbone, maneuvering around until you remove his boxers. You slowly run your fingers around his pelvis, careful not to indulge him too soon and decisively kick off the covers from his waist down. You gasp and questionably eye what is in front of you. You try to ignore it and start to think of anything else, the weather, what you are going to have for lunch, what you are going to tell your girlfriends, but obviously, nothing makes the situation better. “Does it hurt?” You eventually ask him. “Only when it rains.” He responds.
Aleksandra Jones is a poet and fiction writer based in Los Angeles. She has lived in Macedonia, Austria, Washington D.C., the Philippines, Malaysia, and Poland. Having never felt a particular attachment to any one place, her work often portrays spaces where the fantastical and mysterious interrupt a sense of home and familiarity. She received her MA degree in English Literature from Loyola Marymount University. Aleksandra can be reached for inquiries about her work at: jones.aleksandra@gmail.com.