Judah Skye Mizrahi
Manhattan New york
Friday 7:19 am.
Dec 13th.
Judah eyed the house and the black Audi that was parked neatly in the driveway, he fixed his black Cart-hart beanie before exiting his car making sure his doors were locked. It wasn't a bad neighborhood but you never know. Judah silently made his way up to the front door, he was always quiet but even his thoughts were quiet knowing this could all go one of two ways.
He wanted to turn away and head back home but he'd already traveled 15 minutes and in those fifteen minutes he was worried that he'd be turned away. He raised his right hand to knock using his knuckles bare knuckles. He stepped back a little rocking in place trying to keep his blood flowing, he regretted not bringing his coat but he didn't plan on being long so he chose to just wear his Gallery Dept' sweat suit. It was casual but not warm at all.
Judah could hear footsteps approaching the front door just as it swung open. Dylan stood there with a tired look, still in her bonnet and robe. She looked up at Judah with a smile before stepping to the side to let him in.
"You didn't ask who it was," Judah spoke first, taking his dunks off, and leaving him in his white socks. "I could see you on my cameras," Dylan replied. Judah shook his head before following after her into the kitchen.
Judah came unannounced and didn't expect Dylan to let him in. Mane reason why nobody had his address. If you came unannounced at his house he'd let you freeze outside.
"Hungry? I cooked last night." Dylan asked before taking out pots from her fridge, he could tell she was confused as to why he was there but she still welcomed him with an open arm. Judah nodded his head yes and sat down on her Velvet upholstered wingback barstools.
It was funny because he remembered her scolding him for sitting on her counters when she didn't have and stools or couches. Now he could see her living room fully decorated and clean spotless from the kitchen. The kitchen was no different; spotless he meant.
If her food was anything like Monet's he would be over here every day, plus it was a quicker drive to Dylan's house.
"I made oxtails, rice and cabbage." Dylan showed Judah the plate that was plated with cold food before placing it in the microwave. Judah didn't move or nod his head as he was too stuck on Dylan who paid no mind to him or she was ignoring him because she had yet to make real eye contact with him and that was something she did often.
Either she was ignoring him or she genuinely didn't feel him staring and was in her world. Judah's bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and his eyes never left Dylan's bare face. He so loved her face, she just looked so clean and he knew she smelled like baby lotion and a little like sugar. He loved it, especially her sweet smell.
Judah and his brothers grew up using baby lotion on their very sensitive and dry skin, their mom would mix her breast milk with it sometimes when Judah's skin broke out. He just never stopped using it because it was the only thing he could trust.
Judah wanted her touch, he craved her touch and he looked forward to her touch. The only touch he wanted, the only touch he wanted to want. He was obsessed with her and there was no going back. He could feel his obsession getting stronger and stronger every time she showed him new traits about herself.
Judah's eyes followed her even as she approached him, his eyes never left her face. She walked between his legs and wrapped her short arms around his neck letting her rings rub his back. Her touch warmed him but also made him shutter from how soft it was.
Judah couldn't hold back the smile he felt creep up on him when she took ahold of his hands and made him hug her back. "Hold me." Dylan lowly whined tightening her grip on him.
