Brown Eyed Devil (3)

That night I lay in the bed reading the issue of GQ that Raphael left behind. I had convinced myself that I in fact saw Raphael and he simply ran when I was distracted by the Liberian. I pushed back the soft voice of doubt for the logic I forced myself to believe. I don’t know what moved me to take and read the magazine Raphael left behind. I had never much cared for that sort of fashion. However as I traveled through the pages of expensive suits and woman I felt a new interest in clothes and sex. I must have been intoxicated by the smell of cologne that poured from the book because as soon as my girlfriend walked in the room she commented “Wow” she chuckles “you okay it’s not supposed to hurt that much to read.” Startled by her laugh I jumped. She stood in front of the bed with her hand on her hips and a frown of her own. She was the only woman I knew who could keep such a cute frown on her face. She frowned her smiles, laughs, anger, and passion. As if everything was a confusing disappointment.
“It’s pretty interesting stuff in here.” I said once my heart calmed down from it’s surprise.
She walked over to the empty side of the bed and sat down on the edge and began taking off her shoes ‘Since when do you read GQ, who you trying to impress?” she asked. Though she had her back to me I could see her teasing frown she had on her face.
“you.” I replied automatically
“it’s not working…” she continued to tease me.
I returned my eyes back to my GQ magazine. I continued to watch her as she got up and slipped out of her jeans. She turned around and saw the lust in my eyes.
“I knew you would be looking.” She frowned a smile.
“Well…” I smiled embarrassment.
Slipping under the covers she snuggled next to me placing her head on my chest using my body as her pillow. She used her right hand and played with my bear sideburns.
I let me eyes drop from the magazine and I looked down at her. “Tired?” I asked her.
“…Not really.”
“Hmm” I said as I turned another page and was greeted with the picture of another beautiful woman dressed in the most beautiful way one can with only two pieces of clothing on.
“So…” she began as she made circles on my face with her fingers. “What has GQ taught you so far?”
I close the magazine on the picture of the beautiful woman dressed in the most beautiful way with only two pieces of clothing on and tossed it on the floor. I let me eyes drop on the beautiful woman dressed in the most beautiful way with only two pieces of clothes on resting on my chest. I made love to her.