The Guest Bedroom

Billie Bob Taylor 

My whole face burned bright red as we sat in the mini theatre room that was in the house. I was wrapped in a fluffy red blanket whilst Benedito sat a few inches away from me. He had a small happy smile on his face as he clicked away looking for an entertaining movie. 

I had been chewing on my bottom lip so ferociously that I was afraid it might start bleeding. Once again I found myself in a limbo. My body was drawn to him but my mind screamed for me to stop whilst my heart just wanted to be wrapped in his warm arms. 

He was a plague. With his pretty face, terribly intoxicating tattoos and his charismatic smile. This was why I wanted space because the man was so beautiful it riddled your mind silly. His deep heavily accented voice, his comforting warm ginger scent and his strong body that had you staring for hours. 

This was impossible. 

"Do you want to watch a comedy?"

I mindlessly nodded, "anything is fine."