The Best of Her

Chapter fifty-two

Mavis.

Three words, on the tip of my tongue every time I look at him. I hardly knew how overwhelming it would be to love someone, how consuming it is.

I don't believe in fairy tales, when you grew up autistic you could never relate to any princess or character whatsoever, so automatically you think that no prince charming will ever find you or love you. I know how sad this sound, but I've come to be okay with it, I wasn't going to be loved, I wasn't going to be cherished and sent flower to, I wasn't going to live a fairy tale with no prince or princess. I was far too complicated, too much to handle, too much to bear. And I couldn't put the weight of my being on someone, it sounded unfair.

But June. June  since we started dating, and way before that, never made me feel that I was a weight on him. Hell, he spoils me more than I need to, always asking what I need, how I'm feeling, if anything is bothering me, and literally treats me like a princess. My mother was quite astonished when she met him, and so were my brothers, I bet they never thought anyone could deal with my attitude, and honestly me too. My dad seems to like him too, surprisingly. June could charm anyone into liking him, that's his superpower.

My superpower is to fight off the creepy people off him, like that bitch from last night. Goodness, I don't understand how these kinds of people exist, they are setting us twenty years behind, where sexual assault was overlooked as nothing really important. My therapist won't be happy about the excessive use of violence, but no bitch is touching my man and getting away with it.

Looking at him now, deeply sleeping and still somehow looking like he is about to shoot for a magazine, I can't blame the ladies or the lads for wanting to be close to him, anyone would envy such sharp cheekbones. It's unfair he gets to look like this, even knocked out.

I couldn't help but trace his features with the tip of my fingers, I want to, no I need to memorize every aspect of him before I die. I need him like I need air, and soon enough I will have to confess how much I am obsessed with him or it's going to consume me whole.

"Careful, I might get used to this," his hoarse voice startles me, but I'm quickly pulled in by him as he buries his face in my chest. "You smell like me," he mumbles against my skin, hugging me tighter.

"I took a shower with your body wash," I mutter, trying to explain myself for no reason. He groans and kiss his way up my neck, "you should shower here more often," and I turn into a puddle. I become such a sappy bitch when he is being all sweet and cuddly.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks, while his hand roams all over my body, trying to feel every bit of exposed skin. I didn't know I liked being touched this much until this man's hands were on me. I'm surprised we still didn't have sex, I mean it always stops at foreplay, and he never asks for more, he always makes sure I'm satisfied even at his own cost. I know he is waiting for me to take it further, and I don't know what's keeping me from it.

I want him, I want him badly but I'm also afraid I won't  really enjoy sex. People make a fuss about first times, and how it can be painful for some girls, and god knows how I don't deal well with pain. I don't want to make June feel guilty if I don't end up liking it, it's not about him but more about how my body works.

"Mavis," he calls my name and I hum in response, I felt him smile against my neck. "I think you're responding to me in your head again,"

"What was your question again?"

"How long have you been awake?" he repeats himself, that's something he has to do a lot with me but he never once complained. "Two hours ago,"

He stands up, pulls on his shorts and gives me one of his dazzling smiles, "One day I will wake up before you,"