1. Those 4 Words
“Do. You. Love. ME....”
That was the purposefully defined statement coming at me in a deep baritone voice as if it was huskily whispered beside my ear. As like every time, goosebumps wash over my body, my neck tingles with electricity from the warmth that not only the words create but from the warm breathy tickle elicit.
It sounds like my man stating his desire to hear me bend to his will and finally admit my undying love and devotion to him. The problem... there is no one here; I am alone. This same voice used to make me jump and turn around to find the source, but not anymore, not after asking this same question many times over the last couple of months.
I have even found myself answering back; I have changed my answers from “No,” to an unsure, “Maybe,” and I have even whispered a barely audible “Yes.” Nothing changes, nothing happens differently, but the frequency this occurs has become unfathomable. At first, it was once in a blue moon, but now it may happen walking from one room to another; the worse is when my guard is down, like when I am about to hop into bed, that deep voice appears, and I find myself tilting my head to the side, just waiting for a set of teeth to scrape my earlobe or warm firm lips to caress my neck.
There is never anyone around; if there is someone, they are too far away to have caused that breathy warmth on my neck, always just below my right ear lobe. I shudder to myself as I think of how much I wish that voice was somehow real and not just in my head.