HIS FROST BITE (A MICHAL MRÁZIK FAN FICTION)

Chapter 11: Mine??

Tara

As Michal and I left our secluded enclave, we fell into an easy rhythm of casual conversation, seamlessly masking the lingering memory of our stolen kisses. As we rejoined the bustling city streets, we effortlessly slipped back into our regular personas, the intimacy we had shared hidden beneath the veneer of a platonic facade. He bought a  steaming hot cheese pizza, exactly what I had been craving since I left home and soon we were cruising through the city in his convertible Jeep Wrangler, the wind tousling our hair as we drove to the higher altitude of the town. We started indulging in the pizza quietly and watched as the sun bid temporary farewell to the town of New Falls. The radiant hues of the setting sun bathed the landscape in a soft, golden glow, casting a spell of tranquility over us. Nestled in the front seat of the Jeep, we gazed out at the breathtaking vista, the city lights twinkling like a blanket of stars below.

"So breath taking," i finally broke the silence as we finished off the pizza and Michal tossed the pizza box aside and looked my way. 

"I have a feeling that i will like this view more next month when it starts snowing," I added and he nodded. 

"I'll bring you here again then," he promised. 

Concern flickered in his eyes, and he gently probed. 

"Is everything okay back at home?" when he asked me that I sighed. "Yes, i guess they could be worse. He's just quiet actually, giving me the cold shoulder," when i said that i felt him stroking my arm with his thumb. 

"Is Mr. Mrazik still bothering you about the future?" his loud sigh gave me an answer before he even said anything. 

"Yes, unfortunately. I love hockey, but not enough to make a career out of it," he said and ran his hand through his hair, it had began to grow longer but he had managed to comb it back, i found myself gently massaging my thumbs on the back of his head. 

"But he hates that. It goes beyond that, he just never listens, everything always has to go his way, it's like he could care less about me or my happiness," when he said that, i felt his pain, probably because i knew exactly how it felt to feel like the adult in your life had no regard for your happiness.  In response, I questioned his love for accounting, and he candidly admitted that it stemmed from his mother's passion for numbers. His genuine expression resonated with me, drawing us closer as we delved into the depths of our desires and aspirations.

We leaned against each other, embracing the warmth of our shared closeness. The fading light of the sunset bathed us in its ethereal glow, casting a soft radiance upon our entwined figures.

"We should go back to the ice rink, maybe you could teach me those figure skating moves again, maybe I'll do that and see what father would say about that," when he said that i bursted out laughing. 

"He would soil himself, seeing his only son in tites," when i said that this time he laughed back, his laughter deep and adorable, before I knew it, our lips met in a tender, impassioned kiss. The world around us seemed to fade into insignificance as the September chill wrapped around us, the echo of our fervent embrace the only audible sound in the serene atmosphere. In that fleeting moment, the weight of the world dissolved, leaving only the sublime bliss of our shared connection. The harmony of our affection danced in perfect synchrony with the caress of the cool evening breeze, enveloping us in a captivating embrace that transcended words.

As we sat and watched the view for an hour, I wished we could have stayed longer, but I wasn't sure if my father would be back soon. When he dropped me off, I watched him drive away in his car, and I could still see his hair tousled by the wind as he disappeared from sight. I already missed the way he looked at me with his hazel eyes and his comforting presence. I hated watching him drive away, so I closed the door and slid down against it, feeling a rush of emotions and internal turmoil.

Thoughts of everything that had happened earlier raced through my mind as I made my way up the staircase and into my bedroom. I was excited about the moments we had shared and reached for my cellphone to tell Nitra about it, but then I was abruptly reminded that he was her sister's boyfriend, not mine. The words he had spoken about not regretting the kiss we shared at the rink came crashing down on me. Despite the moments we had shared, he was still not mine. It felt like being denied a restaurant meal and being told there was food at home. I felt like a child who briefly indulged in candy only to have it taken away. Michal was the sweet treat I could never have because he was not mine. Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw myself on my bed, overwhelmed by the realization.