Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

14 Jealousy

I sat on the arm chair and watched them; a picture of perfection, some would probably say sublime. Two perfectly attractive human beings of the opposite sex that just make sense. Him; tall, gorgeous, strong, a perfect man, Henry Cavill. Her; tall, blonde, gorgeous, so conventionally beautiful. For the first time I saw my friend in a different light, or more like saw her for the first time period, it dawned on me I do not know her at all. 

"So Henry, I work in marketing and we are having this event soon which is a charity function. I heard you do charity work, isn't that right?" Michelle's eyes sparkled as she dazzled Henry with a smile and I quietly sat watching her show. 

"Yes, I try my best to be an ambassador for causes I believe in," Henry responds mirroring her perfect smile with one of his own that typically makes me weak at the knees. Michelle bats her eyelashes expertly at him and it occurs to me she wants him, so blatantly and obviously.

"Well, you should come if you have the chance, I desperately need a companion," she says in a perfect way as her hand brushes along his arm suggestively. I found myself burning on the inside with a feeling I have never known before but it was easily to pin point, I was jealous though I had absolutely no right to be. They continued their nuanced conversation and completely ignored my presence, I mentally told myself that I was looking at what was right and all notions of this man needed to leave my mind immediately. 

They finished their tea and I found myself fuming more despite what I told myself, the giggling coming from Michelle was not helping and especially his return of banter. I could take it no longer, instantly I shot out of my seat picking up their empty tea cups and carrying them to the sink which already had some dishes in it. Perfect. I needed to clean something to calm my nerves. So, I began to fill the sink with water and grabbed the dish soap.

"Maria, what are you doing?" I found Michelle and Henry walking over as I guess Henry was on his way out, though I was not sure as I was doing my best to ignore their conversation and was thankful for the sound of the running water drowning out their talk.

"Washing the dishes," I say blatantly, that much should be obvious I think to myself.

"Oh silly, stop that, I have a dishwasher!" Michelle exclaims as if I am doing something crazy or impolite. 

"Oh, well I do not know how it works, I never used one," I say without thinking. Instantly Michelle lets out a laugh at me.

"Oh isn't she adorable, so clueless, I adopted her," she turns to Henry like I am not really there, like I am some homeless puppy she brought home cause she thought I was adorable... wait a minute, that is the case isn't it. So there I was turning hot inside and red outside from feeling embarrassed as I looked over at Henry and instantly looked away again because I couldn't take looking at him in this moment.

"Oh stop that," Michelle turns the sink off, like I'm an idiot.

"I never had a dishwasher," I mumble quietly, "No, I will clean it, it is two minutes," I say turning the water back on and begin to scrub at the cups, not looking up as I shudder to think what the looks on their faces are, especially Henry's. Feeling like a complete fool I scrub the shit out of the dishes, lord knows what he thinks of me now, especially after this ridiculous dishwasher scene and with Michelle being so perfect... oh why must I care so much what he thinks?

"Well ladies, I really must be going, thank you very much for the tea it was lovely," Henry smiles and Michelle holds his eye contact for too long, I drop the cup into the water and look away. 

"You absolutely must come visit us again, and do not forget about my event, if you can!" Michelle's voice rings in my ear like torture. Just then her phone rings.

"Oh I am so sorry but I must take that," she says.

"No worries, I can see myself out," Henry says, I continue to scrub at a plate as if he is not there, I can sense he looks over to me but I have no wish to look at him or say goodbye. Michelle mumbles a goodbye at him and pickups her phone running to her office. I hear the front door close behind him and drop the stupid plate I was abusing into the water... Shit, I can't just let him leave like that. My body moves before my mind could think and I find myself running out the door after him, my feet carrying me like they weren't my own. I catch a glimpse of him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Henry," I say loudly after him while hearing the apartment door slamming closed behind me. Henry stops before he disappears from my view and looks up the stairs to find me, not expecting this, yeah same, I do not know what I am doing. I swallow down a nervous lump at my throat and walk down the stairs one by one slowly towards him trying to gather up my courage. I am not myself.

"Yes?" he finally whispers as I meet him face to face though I still have to look up a bit even though he is a good two stairs below me. 

"Um," shit... what am I doing? Nervously I look up at him and then back down trying to gather my thoughts, "What I wanted to say earlier..." I was referring to the moment before Michelle opened that apartment door and changed everything. 

"Yes..." he softly whispers again as I look at his broad chest and then slowly my eyes travel up towards him, time seems to freeze over. His blue eyes glisten with an expression I do not know how to describe but it is mesmerizing as per usual, I note the slight bit of brown in his left eye that just makes it all the more tantalizing. 

"What I meant to say was... I...oh..." I shake my head as if to say never mind. Instead I just bravely but slowly, as best as I can, kiss him softly on the cheek. The feel of his skin so soft and warm beneath my lips, no stubble present as he must have shaved this morning, his manly scent playing tricks with my mind, I close my eyes for a second too long and snap myself out of it realizing the crazy thing I am doing. Before he can say anything I whisper, "thanks," And run up the stairs away from him, slamming the door behind me. I freeze and think to myself, what have I just done? Oh lord help me, how will I ever act with him and not feel everything I am feeling?