Abdomen

My front teeth gnaw at my thumbnail, as my mind resounds with Emily's words; "you love her". My feet march, on autopilot, towards her house. I unlatch the small gate and walk up the garden path to her front door, clench my hand into a fist and throw three powerful knocks at the green-painted wood. As I wait to be greeted, my thoughts drift to two nights ago; her unexpected arrival at my house... even less predictable behaviour. I remember thinking, through an alcohol infused fog, that I didn't know why she was with me, that she couldn't actually want me; but I didn't care why she was kissing me, why her hand was working its way down my abdomen, why she had that uncertain look on her face. All that mattered was that I wanted her, and that, suddenly after months of being unattainable, she was there to be had. The door opens slowly, I hear her voice behind it, chattering on the phone I discover once she becomes visible.
"I have to go," she states upon seeing me, and hangs up.
My inhibitions fall to the floor unexpectedly. My mind stops functioning entirely as my heart takes over and I fall forward, pressing my lips to hers. She pushes me away after a long moment, and smiles slightly, eyes glistening as they fill with tears.
"I didn't think you were coming ba -"
"I think I love you."