The Writer's Mistress

Chapter 5 -This is new-

"This is new..."

"Can I take you out sometime? Maybe dinner?" He says confidently. "I don't know if I can..." I say before Eli interrupts me. "Okay, so let me give you, my number. That way you can text me whenever you want, and then maybe we can go out." He searches my face for an answer before I find myself handing over my phone to him with a slight of hesitation.

I don't know what is going to come of this, but I do know somehow it feels wrong of me to do. At this very moment though I don't care. Eli is bringing out this nervous and eager energy out of me. Something I haven't felt in a long time. I need to know what this is. What else is there to discover about this new sensation.

After he hands me my phone, I secure it back into my pocket. "Text me anytime, I look forward to hearing from you." Eli reaches for my hand and places a sweet and tender kiss on the freckles on the back of my hand; and walks away.

LATER THAT NIGHT after I tuck the kids into bed and head to my bedroom. I know I'll be spending the night by myself, because Edmond isn't coming home tonight. I lay in our bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room in low light and silence throughout the house is pleasant. I lie there, having so many thoughts flood my mind. I wonder what Eli is doing right now. He is thinking about me too? He really was so... handsome.

I begin to wander off as I remember the details about Eli; his bright green eyes, his full lips, broad shoulders, the glasses he wore, his smile, his dark brown hair and impeccable style. He was charming and pleasant to talk too. It was different.

The thought of him makes me bite down on my bottom lip. I slowly drop down my hand to my hip and caress my inner thigh. I know what I want to do, I need to talk to him.

As I'm thinking about Eli, Edmond pops into my head. What about Edmond? The thought swiftly leaves my head when I remind myself that Edmond isn't here now. Most nights he isn't. He doesn't pay any attention to me. He doesn't talk to me; He doesn't take me out on dates anymore. I'm not sure he even loves me, at least not like he used to. But for the time being I can just be friends with Eli. Friends... I can do that. It's harmless flirting. I reach over for my phone, ready to text Eli just as Edmond walks through our bedroom door.

"Oh, you still up?" I leap up from the bed startled. I return my phone to the nightstand. "Yea, I couldn't sleep. I thought you were staying in the city tonight." Throwing off one shoe at a time, Edmond looks away from me. "The meeting didn't run too long, and I wanted to sleep in my own bed." He enters the en suite and turns on the light. I follow him, wanting to start up a friendly conversation. "How are you doing? How was your day?" I ask. Edmond looks at me for a moment as he undresses, with a restless and blank expression. "I'm fine. Just tired. It was a long day at the office. I'm going to jump in the shower and go to bed." He steps into the shower and that is the end of our whole interaction.

I climb back into bed and look over to my phone over on my nightstand. The thought of texting Eli right now has evaporated from my mind. I pull out my nightstand draw and grab a pre rolled joint from my stash. I light a candle to cover the smell and indulge in my nightly routine of smoking and watching an episode of friends so that I can end the day. I laugh away throughout the episode and by the end of it, I'm exhausted and ready for bed. I lay my head on to my pillow and turn off the light as I lie there my mind starts to wander. Will he appear in my dreams tonight? Will he caress me? Run his fingers through my hair. Could his touch consume me? I'm longing for his presence; one I haven't had. But all while knowing it too well.