The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

A burst of heat was felt on the right side of me, as I laid there all snug and warm upon his couch. Tired limbs stretched themselves outwards, toes perked high enough for me to see the scarlet red nail polish I was currently wearing. I wiggled my toes tiredly, and then laid my weary head upon a plush pillow behind me. Ever so slowly my eyelids closed, while I attentively listened to the song that came from Teddy’s piano. He was seated on a slim black bench, his fingers pressing upon the keys in an elegant manner as he performed a song for me. When I opened my eyes I could see the tall white cafe styled mug resting on the top of his piano, light wavy lines of heat drifting over his hot chocolate. The window was open just a crack, enough for me to hear the ocean’s waves crashing against the cliffs.

The sound of a music sheet being turned struck the air, but it was not long before Teddy had his two hands upon the blanched white keys again. I watched his quick movements, the intense focus he demonstrated for anything that had to do with the arts. A small white coffee table was on the right of me, with a clear flute vase made out of glass at its center. A cluster of yellow irises rested inside of it; petals as bright as a midday sun blooming wondrously under the dark flavescent glow of the fading sunlight. Crimson skies hovered over the horizon for the sun was losing the last of its colour as we neared the end of the day. Teddy had promised me he would take me home before it became too dark, so I knew we had only a short time left before I would have to leave his place.

The music was slow and somber-like, though it was beautiful all the same. It reminded me of the still peacefulness you get when there is a light drizzle of rain. My imagination ran away with me, and I could picture glossy cobbled streets with darkened silhouettes of people stepping under a shower of rain. Teddy may have had the gift of painting imagery with a paintbrush and a good set of paints, but I had my imagination, and a vivid one at that.

Teddy had reached the end of the song. A long arm outstretched itself to grasp at the pure white mug. He drank his hot chocolate deeply before settling it down. I watched him turn an easy gaze towards the fire, observing the sunburnt orange flames flickering in the darkness. He suggested putting on a fire to make the room more cozy, assuring me that once the sun had fully set the house would descend into an uncomfortably cold temperature.

I rolled over the couch to lean onto my side, pulling a pillow downwards to place it comfortably against my head. It felt so easy to watch him, to take in this man that was so mysteriously alluring from the start.

“Nearly time to go.” Teddy lifted up a leg and straddled the sleek black bench completely. “Sela?”

“I heard you.”

“I enjoyed it,” he mentioned with a raise of his right hand.

“I enjoyed this evening too, Teddy.”

“We had a bit of a rough day, but things worked out in the end,” he wisely remarked. “And I think we should do it again sometime.”

I smiled at him, and then buried the front of my head into the pillow because my grin was becoming much too large for me to even fathom. There was a strange feeling at the bottom of my stomach, a wave of happiness that was beyond comprehension. I retained my position for a little bit, trying to compose myself in front of Teddy. I felt childish and girly, and this was not the kind of thing I would normally do.

“While you are laying there like that,” Teddy taunted with a cunning edge to his voice. “Would you like another cup of hot chocolate?”

I rolled over to my left, revealing my face to Teddy at last. My wavy chestnut hair had become wild and untamed after lounging so long upon his pillow. I brushed it back quickly, but I could feel my cheeks blazing with embarrassment from the look in his eyes. “No, I am alright.” I brought my hand downwards and stroked my bottom lip, remembering he had not kissed me since we had lunch together. I was dying to ask him to come over to the couch, but I thought that would only spell trouble.

“You’ve gone quiet,” he observed, while he continued to stare at my telling visage.

“Have I?”

“Yes, you have.”

off somewhere fast

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for letting me come

accepting my invitation,” he cleverly quipped. “And

bowed his head

he began, as he did his best to get off the narrow

with a

standing in front of the couch, I could tell he

for a moment, but the temptation was too strong for him, and soon enough he took a seat on the small spot I had left for him. An arm rested over the top of the couch, and then he relaxed his legs enough for it to be outstretched in front of him. I watched

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exhaustion. “I am sure we could go for a trail walk. Most of them naturally lead to the sea, so you will be able to walk along the sandy coastline.

forward in my seat, drawing my arms around my bent legs. “That sounds

fingers along the front of his outstretched neck, and then let it rest over his bow-tie.

shame really, for I should have liked to stay longer. My feet slid off the side of the couch and plummeted to the floor. My arms stretched themselves wide while I let out a short exhale in exhaustion. My body was crying out for sleep, so it was about time that I

upon my feet. I stood in front of him now, recognizing the stark differences in our height when he was so close. He made no sound, but the earnest look in his dark brown eyes said it all. I lowered my gaze slightly, feeling shy when we were standing so close together. My hand was taken up, and then a delicate kiss was pressed

An immense sexual tension filled the air, especially when he still

should go,” he uttered

“Uh huh.”

willing to move. My lips pursed together tightly, for

so before, so tortured by his inward thoughts. His jaw relaxed, and