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SWEETHEARTS
from Spring Folio 2023
by The Folio
over, kiss those puckered lips, and treat her the way a woman ought to be treated, with reverence and passion. ‘You can’t be here,’ what a tease. But I knew that she knew how this was going to end, so I played along.
“I’d do anything to see you. You know that.” She started backing away, clearly shy after not talking to anyone this attractive for so long. I moved towards her, closing the distance to grab her arm. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, freezing up completely. Her nipples grazed against my chest, still fully erect, so I could tell that she was loving this. See, the true trick to a woman’s heart is through aggression and relentless pursuit. They’re naturally prone to submission, especially when faced with a superior man, so all you have to do is prove to them that you’re capable, and they’ll be bending at the knees to bear your children and start a family. The real trick is picking the right girl: one who won’t run away, and will raise beautiful, successful children to carry on your family name.
And of course, I knew that my high school sweetheart was such a girl. It was evident in the way that she continued to evade me. A high- quality women wouldn’t let just any man have her. That’s what she was trying to show me by playing hard to get, and the thought filled me with joy. If she was playing up her caution this much while her body showed the exact opposite effect, she was clearly giving all she had to impress me. It was obvious; she was in love with me, too. I leaned down, closing my eyes. She pressed a hand up to my face.
Ah, but for a flower such as her, I would wait a thousand years to taste nectar. And when I finally plucked it, it would be the juiciest, sweetest nectar of any flower in the world. I conceded, smirking. “Alright, alright, but I’ll be back tomorrow for you, my little blossom. And the next day and the next day, forever,” I said, walking backwards in the direction of my parents’ house. She couldn’t even get out a word, just staring at me with her eyes blown wide with wonder.