Deeper Healing

21| Favourite Distraction

Nikolai Coleman

The clock struck ten in the evening, fuelling my nerves to kick in and start imagining the probable worst of why she wasn't home yet without leaving a message or calling.

I'd kept myself calm since I'd arrived home five hours earlier, telling myself Leilani was a grown woman and she was free to make her choices on when to leave and get back home. The problem though was, in the one week I'd lived with her, she'd never been out that late without telling me in advance so I felt the need to worry.

Maybe her battery had died or she'd lost track of time doing things a grown woman like her would do. I tried blocking out the inevitable, but thinking of her getting acquainted with a man with dirty intentions irked me terribly.

I wasn't the only man with eyes who could tell Leilani Edwards was a major smoke show, but I was part of the minority refraining from exploring the burning sensations I felt for her that consumed me ruthlessly.

I did need her badly, but I felt the need to make her comfortable in my presence first, to learn how she wanted to be handled and what kind of strokes to her delicate skin made her melt into my touch. I needed to tiptoe into the deepest depths of her darkest desires and dominate her dreams, her reality and her sensual craving.

I needed to make such an impact on her soul that she'd never even dream of forgetting that once in her life, she'd captured the attention of a gentleman who knew when to be gentle and made her body do magical things.

Fuck.

Just thinking of all those dirty things growing from light whispers to loud harmonies every time my hunger gnarled angrily at me made me feel uncomfortable in an unconventional way.

This was no time to be jerking off to the thoughts of the wickedly sinful things I burned to do to her, especially in her absence. I had to make sure she was safe first otherwise it'd all just die as fantasies.

In a bid to distract myself from both my agonising thoughts and obsessively staring at the time, I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

I was immediately greeted by the sumptuous aroma of the cajun chicken and linguine pasta in a creamy sauce I'd wholeheartedly made as the main meal both to distract myself while waiting for her and do something thoughtful to end the weekend on a good note and show my appreciation for all the time she made us meals.

I'd gone the extra mile and set up the table and although I'd ended up resisting it, had even been tempted to add stupid fucking candles and soft background music. This was highly unlike me, especially in this situation and I didn't want to send her the wrong message. It was best to refrain from going overboard.

I was torn from my thoughts by the sound of the keypad beeping. A small smile touched my lips and I could feel the tempo of my heartbeat pick a little just by the thought of her safe arrival. It had to be her since Carlos had taken the weekend off and no one else knew the passcode or would pass through security and attempt to unlock the door.

I adjusted the chairs and fixed the cutlery to the perfect position, pretending I was occupied and hadn't been waiting for her all evening long. When I heard her open and close the door before her footsteps started approaching, controlling my smile and resisting the urge to go see her and hear about her day became even harder.

When I turned around to face the doorway, she was standing a short distance away from the opened door with her phone in hand. Just looking at her face was enough for all the happiness and excitement I felt to vanish as if it'd never existed and something familiar gripped me, forcing my smile to fade away.