Chapter 8- The unexpected

“What do you need?” Gabe says to me

“What do you mean?” I ask him standing up from my living room sofa, he’s sitting opposite me in my house. I feel uneasy, him in my house is bad. He’s too relaxed and at ease in my domain, while I feel out of my element. He has his long legs spread out in front of him, his arms open on the arms of the sofa. He has a warm smile on his face, he’s so inviting. I look at his casual dress so opposite to the other night. He’s wearing sweats and he’s barefoot. I have a thing about shoes in my house.

“You need something, something I can help you with. You just have to tell me what you need and I will oblige you” he says a knowing look on his face. My body warms up at his words. My pussy spasms and he smiles full. His eyes trail to my now hard nipples, I cover them with my arms and sit back down.

“I’m good,” I say and look away.

“Why are you fighting this? You want me and I am fucking burning for you. Why are you denying the best thing that will ever happen to us?” He says as he moves from the sofa and kneels in front of me.

“You know why”

“Because of Zan?” he asks

“Among other things,” I say annoyed at him. “Please move, you’re in my space” I demand needing the space between us. His scent is taking me over, I need to not smell him. He takes over my senses.

“Okay,” He says standing up. “I’ll leave but I need a parting gift from you.”

“A parting gift?”

“Yes, may I have a kiss?” Gabriel says walks toward me and kneels in front of me. He slowly moves between my legs, his lips an inch from mine. “Please!”

“Shit!” I say jerking awake from the dream. This is the 4th night in a row I’ve had a dream about Gabriel and each night the dream gets more intense than the last. I sit up and place my face in my hands trying to calm my heart. I breathe in hard and breathe out. I rub my arms to let out the feeling of being with him. Every time I wake from the dream it feels like he was here next to me. I can feel him, smell him. I don’t get it.

My phone rings and breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Hey stranger,” my friend Ramie says through the speaker.

“Hey Ramie, how are you? I say instantly feeling bad, Ramie is one of my closest friends. And let’s just say I have been slacking with my friendship duties. I haven’t seen her in over six months and she’s been trying to get us to meet up but I always flake. I always have something going on or sometimes I just don’t feel like hanging out. But she never gives up, she always reaches out.

“I am doing alright, not that you care much,” she says and makes me feel even worse. I’m having a morning.

“I…” I say and don’t really know what to say.

“Relax, I’m kidding. I just wanted to say that so I can get it all out of my system so that I don’t harbor any bad feelings towards you. I know you don’t like sharing yourself with others but I like you and you stuck with me. So how are you?” she asks as if everything is normal.

“I’m good, do you want to hang out?” I say seizing the opportunity to talk to someone.

“Sure, are you cooking?” she says making me smile.

“Sure, see you at lunch?”

“I’ll bring the wine,” she says and ends the call.

I decide to get up and go through my day, I have 3 hours to get myself together and get ready for lunch.

Ramie knocks on my door a little after lunch. I open the door and she comes in for a hug and holds on.

“Hi,” I say after a short while. “You okay?” I ask when she says nothing.

“Yeah, I’m just so glad to see you, we haven’t seen each other in so long,” she says looking at me with a strained smile on her face.

“You’re right it’s been so long, come in get comfortable,” I say deciding to ignore the nagging feeling I get from her. There’s something wrong here but I  close the door and play along with what she’s playing. She’ll tell me if and when she feels ready.

“My, you look amazing and the food smells amazing as always,” she says as she walks from my kitchen through to the living room.

“Thank you and speaking of food let’s get to eating so we can catch up,” I say walking back to the kitchen to get our food. I make a quick and easy one-pot chicken and rice. Easy but tasty. I take the food, wine opener, and wine glasses back to the living room.

“You have the wine?”

“Oh yes,” she says and fishes the bottle out of her bag and smiles.

“So how’s it going with you?”  I say as she opens the bottle to let it breathe.

“It’s going, you know life has its ups and downs”

“Yeah,” I say feeling weird vibes from her, I can’t shake this feeling, she looks at me and opens her mouth as if to say something but closes it. I look at her ready to say something but there is a knock at my door. I’m not expecting anyone and Ramie registers my confusion. For a split second, I see fear in her eyes and she holds her body tight as if bracing to run. The knock at the door continues and I look from Ramie to the door.

“I… excuse me,” I say and get up to go to the door, suddenly I feel fear creep up my neck. I breathe and shake my head this is so silly why am I picking up feelings I know nothing absolutely nothing about? I look through the peephole half expecting to see a bunch of people with knives but it’s just my brother Zan. I open it and the smile on his face fades, he can see the relief in mine. I never could hide my emotions and I look too relieved.

“What’s wrong?”  he says touching my arm. He looks genuinely concerned. I’m thrown by his concern for a moment and then I see Gabriel behind him.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Come in” I say looking at my brother, ignoring Gabriel.

“Oh I brought a friend, I hope you don’t mind. Did you cook?” he says walking away from the door into the kitchen and straight to the pot, leaving Gabriel and me at the door.

“Gabriel,” I say to him feeling all the emotions of the last 4 days at once. It all overwhelms so I turn my back on him and walk away from him.

“Okay” I hear him say as I walk away and I hear the door close.