His reaction to the question which I asked with my heart almost beating it’s way out of my chest, is a little falter in his steps. Nothing else, like the question was a bug he didn’t see coming and was merciful enough not to step on it. My fingers slip into my mouth, and I chewed on my fingers as I wait for his response. In the movies I saw the few times the TV in my apartment back home was on, the person asking the question I got, would hold their breath in anticipation. I used to roll my eyes, citing how foolish it was, if the person didn’t want to, move on with your life. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.Now it is my turn to do the chant, and I realize how horribly wrong I had been. You couldn’t just move on, unless the person didn’t mean so much to you. “I don’t think I am free Saturday.”His words make something inside of me shatter, I couldn’t find the strength to continue behind him, I pause behind him, and watch as his elegant stride walked on, like he d
My heart slows at his declaration. Words stick to the roof of my mouth, along with my tongue. He takes my silence for an act of confirmation, “I guess she doesn’t. I should let her know.”My fingers work fast, grabbing unto his sleeves, in an attempt to get him to stay, he didn’t have to reveal himself to Ash, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He leans in even closer, dips his mouth beneath my ear, on the sweet spot below my ear, his tongue darts out and wets it. I shiver against him, thankful I held on to him when I did, my grip is stronger on his sleeves, as that is the only thing keeping me standing. His mouth covers the sweet spot, sucking on it. I let out a whimpering sound, one of his many favorites, and he grazes my skin lightly with his teeth in response. My back arched, and I leaned into him, my breathing erratic. I needed him to touch me everywhere, I burned for him.He gives the spot another lick, and then whispers in my ear, “There, all done.” Just before he lean
“Turns out, it wasn’t a long drive. Before I could work up the nerve to talk about anything, we had gotten to our destination. While I held on to my seat, fingers squeezing the material of the seat belt, my mind throwing up all images of all the times we were this close. He was perfectly fine, his arms stretched in front of him as he steered the car.He was too calm, like the events of few minutes ago was a figment of my imagination, and there was no plan of meeting tomorrow night. “Here.” He says, pulling me out of my mind. He was turned in his seat, facing me, in his hand a white helmet, obviously brand new. Without waiting for my response, he fit the helmet on my head. Sparks flew from where our skin touch, it was difficult to breath, his hands worked professionally, adjusting and fixing the straps, peering at me when he was done. I hold my breath and wait until he was done, my fingers digging into the seat belt. If I was hard before, I am painfully hard now. In a swift moveme
Since I got to know his real name, I haven’t felt the need to do an internet search of him, after all, what better way to do so than to hear from the horses mouth. However, I must admit, I have been curious. Why did he work at the tail end of his own father’s company, when his brother worked at the very top? Why was he comfortable with the scraps? I have seen the inside of three team buildings, and all of them were designed by all of the teams. And without being biased, I could confidently say, our team has the best structure, inside and out. It followed one theme; growth, unity, and togetherness. It was beautiful and deep, like I thought before, if I needed a home, I knew the team to handle it. And after Wes’s expose, my fingers itched to search for him. I had to hitch a ride back with Wes since Christopher had to stay back with the client. I was comfortable waiting, but he wouldn’t hear it. And the ride back, Wes remained silent, as if realizing I still hung by the thread of G
The water welcomes me like a long lost lover. Everything slowed and dimmed as I plunged into the dark, and cold water. I surface quickly, only after I hear a large splash, telling me that he had also jumped in. His chuckle is carefree, the sound of it loosened something in my chest, and I search around for him. under a sliver of moonlight, he bobbed up. His shirt clung to his muscles, leaving nothing to the imagination. Forcing my eyes to his face, I am taken aback by what I see. The man in front of me looked exactly like the man I met. He had a carefree laugh on his face that swallows that his eyes. It wasn’t obvious how small his eyes were until he actually laughed. His chest puffing in and out from his laugh. “It’s not the right context for that word, unless you were trying to never see me ever again.” I say, wanting the conversation to stay this way, nonsense and weightless, like back at the resort. “Really? I thought I nailed it.” He guffawed at his mistake. Now I was the one
We had walked the entire way back to my apartment in silence. Not the awkward type, considering what he said to me earlier. But the kind that spoke volumes. Both of us in our own heads. Inside of my head was the memory of his hands on my shoulders playing in an endless loop. He immediately draped a towel over my head once we entered the apartment, he even ruffled through my closet for a change of clothes, stopping when he found a T shirt I have owned for at least four years, and a short. “Change into these and fast. I don’t want you catching a cold.”Like always, my body obeyed his instructions, I walked into the bathroom, my body flaming hot just thinking about the fact that he was on the other side of the door. I prayed for the door to open-- I left it unlocked, and he would walk in, but he didn’t. The door stayed shut the entire time. Dumping my wet clothes in the laundry basket, I emerged from the bathroom, to find that he too had changed into one of my old T shirts, it was obv
He had never touched me down there. I was certain I would explode the day he tried. The message he sent had me reacting like did touch me. I jumped to my feet, blinking over and over again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, my over active mind didn’t conjure up a text like this. I read it out loud to myself, and immediately goosebumps covered my skin. “Holy shit. He does want to make us dinner… make dinner for me..” I almost squeal.I jump into action, the kitchen wasn’t dirty, however, Christopher was going to use it, so of course I double clean. Scrubbing every surface till it winked at me like they did in cartoons. By the time I was done, it was almost time. “Shit. shit.” I cuss silently. I still hadn’t put the drinks in ice. I hurriedly do that, and dash into the bathroom. We didn’t use the living room last night, I assume the same would happen tonight. I really should stop assuming.He was in the living room by the time I was out. Dressed in all black this time. My jaw drops an
Nobody could tell you how awkward it gets when you are asked to moan on the spot, because nobody ever does it.I was so self conscious the entire time, the sounds I made did not sound anything pleasant at all. The tips of my ears turned red, and it spread to rest of my body. Maybe that was why he disappeared in the middle of the night without a word. Again.I sigh as my truck rolls to a stop in the parking lot of our team building. I am hesitant to step out of the car this morning. It took everything in me not to stay back home today and feign the flu or something. He had chuckled after I made the first few awkward sounds last night.“Relax yourself, little Alec.”I swallowed a piece of chicken, desperate to do well for him, I ended up sounding like a dying animal. Then he laughed, I made a sound of desperation at the back of my throat. He waved me away. “Did you think about me a lot today?” He asked out of nowhere.“Every second.” I answered without thinking.He held my gaze for s
He moved to shut the door in my face. I hurriedly raise my hands up to eye level, showing him my peace treaty, or treats.“I come bearing presents.”I try and fail not to look at his bulging arms, or the way they glistened, like he had been working up a sweat before I came. Maybe that was why he took so much time in opening the door. He eyes my treaty, I packed it myself. Inside the box contained three mystery novels, two romance ones, a container of cookie and cream, and lastly, a movie I rented for us to see together, it was one of his favorite tear jerker novels made into a film. “Remember Bluebird?”“It might not be so good.” He says but he was taking my offering, I suppress the urge to jump, and settle for a smile instead, and when he let me through the door, I can’t help the small, yes! that slips out. Then I gasp loudly. His house was huge. Everything was in black, white or gray. The staircase spilled into the living room, art pieces filled the space in a way that told yo
Grandma was always particularly in love with her daughter, she never tried to hide it. In the way she would light up during their very rare calls, she never asked to speak with me and grandma never offered, because what if that made her stop calling? It also showed when she allowed her to change her name twice, even when she changed it to a nickname and not the full form, Danny, grandma let her. She was originally named after grandma’s mother, so it must have been at least painful for grandma, but she still did it. When I found out I was given the name Alec without any thought or story behind it, I asked to change my name, and grandma forbade it, strictly. I kept quiet about the different name change documents I had seen when she was out for work, and kept the name. Grandma buzzed with energy and even allowed me choose what to eat for a few days after their call, she beamed, and never fought with any of our neighbors, so maybe in a way, I also benefited from the call. Thinking abo
“I can’t believe I am saying this again, and to someone in a different generation. Stay away from the Shepherds.” Lady Rockbell sighs the second I enter her garden.I wonder what about me screams sexually frustrated, mentally drained, stayed up all night waiting for someone who out rightly told me he was putting an end to our late night rendezvous. Yesterday afternoon, I had followed him everywhere, but the roles were reversed, he made sure we were never alone together, he was always with the constructors, outside when I was inside, and inside when I was out, I ended up looking like a toddler waddling after his parent. He even made me go with another construction worker who smelled like sweat and smoked inside his truck, down to pick up materials, by the time we got back, he was gone. Coward.I knew he wasn’t coming back anytime soon, still I stayed, doodling on my sketchpad, helping out where I could, and finally I went home, hoping, wishing he had been joking, I waited all nig
Something inside me is set free after he uttered those words. I hope out out of the car by myself, even as he took my wrist and pulled me after him, my entire body buzzed with nervous excitement. There’s a little bounce in my steps as I walk, I had thought about this moment for a long time, right after he left, and every time he was around me. Back at Saltwater he always made sure to touch me, squeeze my ass, even in public, it made me feel good, wanted, but since I arrived here, he has been civil towards me, I haven’t complained out loud but it made me worry. The house is scattered with workers, people who had already started to work on both our ideas, a cacophony of different sounds fill the air. A few of the workers greet him as we pass, he greets them too, but doesn’t pause. He was heading straight for the back of the house. The back of the house was a work in progress, his work was still in progress, that meant there was no reason for a worker to be out here, unless they were
As if Lady Rockbell had summoned him when she said his name, I see him first since I am facing the entrance. Lady Rockbell gives me a look that I read as keep your mouth shut and we’ll continue this later. I nod as subtly as I can. “Christopher, are you lost?” She asked as he came to stop by her chair, one hand in his pocket and the other resting on the back of her chair. He keeps his eyes on her but somehow I felt like he was watching me. Why did I react so stronger to this man? What about him made me feel so alive and wide eyed every time? Everything. The answer is quiet at the back of my mind, like a whisper of the truth I have always known.“I came to pick up what belongs to me.”My breath hitches, my eyes on his face, he still doesn’t look at me, no acknowledgement of any kind. I force my eyes to remain on the upper part of his face, if I looked any lower than his nose bridge and I would turn into a tomato. “There’s nothing of that sort here.”“Your time with him is up, old w
I was awake way before my alarm rang, I laid awake unblinking. He had been considerate enough to leave the night lights on as he slipped away. I wonder how he knew I liked to sleep with the night light on. I amazed myself with the thoughts I have right now, i am supposed to hate him, he slipped out whilst I slept, and not the first time either too. “I am inclined to think this is how you look every day.” Lady Rockbell says when I walk into the garden. She is dressed similarly to yesterday’s outfit, and this time there is a desk section among the rows of strawberries. “Couldn’t sleep last night.” I sigh, taking my place at the desk. This time my coffee is in a large flask I carried from my apartment.“Is that an architect thing?” She asks, her hands busy, she doesn’t look at me.I remember what she told Christopher about the similarities between my drawings and his mother’s. The way I paced myself was to not do an internet search about him, I wanted to know him from him, however,
His words leave me gasping for air. He wants me… he wants me… like present tense, like I want him, like I have always wanted him from the second I saw him.“Not Wes?” The words force their way out of my mouth, the need to know that he isn’t using me was far too great to ignore. His mouth graze my earlobe, my body trembled at his touch, I try to keep my eyes open, hear the truth from him, but my body had already fallen under his spell, my limbs were not my own any longer. He drops a line of kisses along my neckline, my nails dig into the skin on his forearms as I hold on to him tighter, I try not to pinch him, he must like the pain because he brings his mouth over mine, claiming it in the softest of kisses. I moan into his mouth, melting against his body as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. His kiss is warm and soft, he gently caresses my lips, taking his time. His hands cup my head, pulling me even closer to himself. My toes curl as his tongue teases me, licking my lower lip
There’s a knock on the door, I don’t wonder who it could be. Even before opening the door to reveal him standing at the front of it like he didn’t know the pass-code. Looking down at his full hands, I understand why he had to knock. I try to help him with the groceries, but wordlessly, he slipped through the door, I stare out into the inky night for a few seconds before turning around and shutting the door. The entire day I meticulously avoided him, made sure we were never alone together, not just because I was mad at him, but because I was scared I would forget he wasn’t mine, and bend to his every command. Yet the house was clean, the candles were lit in the kitchen, and I haven’t eaten all day, because I knew he would come, maybe I hoped he would come. “Lady Rockbell said you showed her my drawing.” I say before he could ask why I set out the plates even before he said he was coming.He pauses his movements, letting the apron hang in the air for a few seconds before the materia
Gunther’s call comes through the second Lady Rockbell’s driver pulls into the cafe’s parking lot. Not the call or the brother I wanted to hear from, I think about letting it ring till the end, pretend to be busy, but he might call Lady Rockbell, so I swipe accept. “Sanchez. How was the meeting?” He sounded like he was barely restraining himself, his little excited huffs are carried through the speakers.“It went great, she made me do a sample sketch for her.” I say sparing the details, the confidentiality clause binding me.“Did she uh like it?”I could tell he was nervous, this project was really important to him then, the thought that his team might not be doing so well financially crosses my mind, but I shake it off immediately, it couldn’t be. “She said I should return tomorrow, nothing else.”He must have muffled the speakers to do a little celebration of some sort, because I don’t hear from him for a while. I slide into my car and I am immediately hit with the thoughts of h