Those Eyes Cause Me So Much Trouble

I could spend hours watching you sleep peacefully. Yeah, I know it sounds creepy, but I can’t help it. There’s just something about the way you look as you lay on your bare stomach with the left side of your face on the pillow. Your eyes might be closed, but I can see your eyelashes through your brown hair that I keep saying needs a trim. If I look closely at your lips, I can see a small parting for breath in the middle. And oh my, your Cupid’s bow. I know it sounds silly, but you might just have the most perfect Cupid’s bow I have ever seen on a set of lips. It was one of the first things I noticed when I first laid eyes on you.

After another ten minutes of uninterrupted viewing, you finally stir from your slumber. Your eyelashes part ways so I can finally gaze into those eyes that have caused me so much trouble. If anything could distract me from your lips, your eyes always did the trick. Man, how do I even find the words to describe those eyes? The color was like the reflection of the sky and jungle on a pool of water that you’d reach after days of wandering in the wild. That is, if you were lucky enough to even find water. Seeing your eyes for the first time could easily mirror the point of finding salvation. That is, if I were still religious. My mother would swoop down from Heaven to drag me down to Hell if she knew that her daughter had gotten herself entangled with a man like you, Trent.

“Good morning, Darlene,” you moan as you adjust to waking up.

“Darlene?” I ask. “What happened to Dar Dar?”

“I’d figured I try calling you by Darlene now that we’re married.”

I can’t help but giggle. I’ve never had an issue with people calling me Darlene, but it feels so jarring coming from you after years of being called Dar Dar. Granted, now that I was your wife and had taken your last name, I would now be…eh, I didn’t mind it.

“You don’t wish to call me Dar Dar Binks?” I ask as I gently nudge you. You let out a laugh so loud that I was sure that someone at the resort office could’ve heard you from our honeymoon cabin.

“I mean, I didn’t know if you’d be ok with it. Is it too nerdy?”

“Trent, if I had an issue with you being nerdy, then I wouldn’t had even married you.”

Man, I don’t know how I got so lucky to end up with someone like you. A man with a good brain and an even better heart waltzed into my life out of nowhere. It was only our third day as husband and wife, and I just knew that we were meant to last forever.

I’m sorry, but I just so happen to be a liar.

-

I should wake you up so you can make it to your meeting on time, but I adore watching you sleep. Your bare chest is exposed as you lie on your back, and the sheets are just barely covering that precious area below your belt. That dark hair that desperately needs a trim drapes over your eyes like curtains. Your lips are parted, making you breathe loudly through your mouth. I don’t mind, though. I love the little things about you from your loud breathing to your Cupid’s bow.

The clock says 8:35am, so I reluctantly nudge you awake so that you’ll have plenty of time to catch your 10am brunch and meeting. You wipe your hair out of your face, and I finally see those eyes that have caused me so much trouble. You have the blueish-green eyes of a male siren who could lure a sailor like me to her demise.

“Darlene, what time is it?” you ask as you struggle to sit up.

“It’s 8:35. You should probably go ahead and shower before Brad swings by with your clothes.”

You give me a quick little kiss before stumbling to my bathroom. Oh, how I wish I could have you for the whole day. If things could go my way, I’d have you come straight home to me after the meeting. We’d probably binge watch something on Netflix and grab some snacks from the pantry. Hell, we’d probably plan a vacation to the mountains near the end of the year. We’ve been together for nearly a year, so we would probably spend our time at the cabin talking about our future together.

The doorbell rings and I hurry to answer it. Brad has arrived with your clothes a few minutes early.

“Hey, Darlene,” he says. “Is Trent awake?”

“Yeah, he just hopped in the shower. He’ll meet up with you later.”

“Ok, great. Tell him that Gracie said…oh, wait. I’ll just tell him later.”

Gracie. I know she’s been asking you a lot of questions lately. You told her that you’d be out with the boys and staying over at Brad’s. I bet when Brad swung by to grab your things this morning, she probably asked why you couldn’t had packed an overnight bag if you knew that you were probably going to crash at Brad’s. He’d probably say that you forgot that you had a meeting today, and she’s argue that you’d never forget a meeting or event. If she truly knows you best, then how come she fails to satisfy you?

I knock on the bathroom door and you poke out your hand to grab your clothes. I am right next to a window, and the sunlight pours in to strike the wedding wing on your finger. It blinds me for a second as I nearly drop your clothes.

Last night, I almost asked you if you were finally planning on leaving Gracie. Who stays with their wife after cheating on her for at least a year? Last night was the one year anniversary of our affair, so it would’ve been the perfect time to ask you to leave her for me. However, I knew that you would’ve just dodged the question yet again. I know that I’m not doing myself any good by being your little secret, but I don’t care. All I want is you.

I’m sorry, but I’m still a liar.

-

Those eyes of yours pierced their way through the crowd to make contact with mine. One look at those blueish-green eyes and I knew I was in trouble. To be honest, I’m not sure if you were actually looking at me or if you were just looking in my general direction, but I just knew that I had to talk to you.

It was a crowded night at that little nightclub in Nashville’s Printers Alley. I not really the partying type, but my sister Lydia just had to feel like a star for her bachelorette party. I’m not even her maid of honor, so it wasn’t like I had to be by her side 24/7. Surely, she wouldn’t mind if I went over to the bar real quick to say hello to you.

Lydia’s maid of honor had us all wear these tight pink dresses for the party. I can barely breathe, but I do appreciate how the dress brings attention to my breasts and butt. I strut over to you in heals that I haven’t even broken into yet. I probably should’ve reapplied my lipstick after having it all over my glass (of water because I didn’t plan on getting drunk), but I’m already halfway there and you see me approaching you. At first, you’re not sure how to react, but you politely give me a smile.

“Hi,” I say as confidently as possible.

“Hello there,” he says with a little nod.

Man, I am trying my hardest not to make the obvious Star Wars joke. I mean, you look like you could be a little nerdy, but not all nerds are into Star Wars. What do I even say to someone like you? Nerdy girls like me don’t dress up in their hottest attire and hit on guys at the bar. I am soooo out of my element. Quick! Say something that hot girls at the club say in the movies!

“I thought you looked a little lonely,” I said as sultry as possible.

“Oh, I’m not. My girlfriend is right here.”

Almost as if on cue, the gorgeous tattooed bartender with boobs bigger than mine swept over to our side of the bar. I immediately apologize and shuffle back to my table. So much for love at first sight.

I’m so sorry, but I promise that this is the last time I’ll lie to you.

-

When I saw those eyes, I knew I was in trouble. That mixture of blue and green had me picturing rare gems found in an ancient tomb in the Amazon. Oh, how I could get lost in them for hours.

“Darlene?”

I snap back to reality. The dentist’s assistant ushers for me to leave the waiting room for my cleanup. I look down one last time to gaze at the model with trouble-making eyes before closing the magazine.

And that is the truth.