Love and Trust

She felt the bed curve under her as she sat to face the iron framed body length glass. Her bedroom was dimly lit, but nevertheless it was enough lighting to reflect all of herself from across the room. The girl sitting across from her is nude except for the white lace bra and the equally white lace panties.

Closing her eyes, her burning ears remember the pursed lips that lowly mumbled into them no longer than an hour ago.

“Babygirl, you’re my one and only,” the devishly delightful hushed voice promised to her. The girl’s slender fingers trailed over her collar bone, and she could feel the left over illusion of his gentle kisses over her skin.

The way his thumb rubbed circles into her shoulder, tenderly sliding over her arm to hold her palm. How his lips burned her fingers as he tasted them. Tasted the tips that held her scent and juices on them. They way he gazed into her eyes with something animalistic and lustful that stole her breath away.

Staring across from her is her reflection in only stained white lace lingerine, bruises on her wrists and her thighs. Red marks across her neck and collarbone.

That had been her first time, with her first love. Even as her fingertips traced herself tenderly, and relentlessly, she couldn’t stop the tears flooding over her cheeks. Remembering by herself in her dim lit room, after her first time sweetly kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear, “I love you...”

She choked back the sobs as she curled into herself then, the reflection in the mirror showing the deep blue and purple creeping up her back and around her neck. He promised he loved her. This was her first love, so maybe she didn’t know any better, but he promised he’d be gentle next time. So, she would trust him even though it pained her just to breathe.

That’s what it means to love, isn’t it?