The Promise

23) Aurora

A month passed.
Yes, A month passed and I’m doing great.
I’m getting better every day at work with the tasks and my “beloved” mentor; he’s helping a lot though.
Also, I’m studying perfectly with my new routine.
From my experience in the past month, alone at a country I do not know; I realized several things I’d like to list:
One, life is hard alone while caring for everything that concerns you.
Two, that’s the thing it’s you alone now so, freedom!
Three, if you didn’t engage in a routine and prioritize your stuff, you’ll lose it.
Four, I found that I am a morning person!
I finish packing for working out when a pillow hits the back of my head “Fuck” I mutter.
“Close the blinders or I’ll come and spank the life out of you!”. Five, Dionne is not a morning person at all.
I head out closing the door behind me on a rush because ‘I don’t have time” has been my motto lately.
He opens the door the moment I close mine.
“Morning, Sir” I muse.
“Morning, dove” he says with a small smile.
These too I didn’t get used to yet, his smiles, even though he gives them to me frequently.
We both head for the elevator in silence, silence has become a thing of ours; which is something I’m grateful for. He’s a person I can stay silent with, aside from our bickering and teasing the whole time, but I think we started to accept each other or that I started to warm up to his presence.
“See you in”- I say looking at my watch “2 hours, boss” and I rush towards the entrance.
“See you there, dove” he says before heading his own way as well.

I sit in Dionne’s office as I print some papers I prepared for our sessions when she enters, she stops looking at me from above her glasses.
“How the fuck do you get the time for doing all of that and still arrive before me!”
I giggle and stand as I reach her squeezing her cheeks kissing them, “Oh Hiii, Didi!” I say planting a lot of kisses on both her cheeks.
She laughs “Hey! You have bunny cheeks too! Don’t turn this into war!” she says attacking me as well when someone clears his throat and we jump apart.
“Mughrabi, you scared me!” Dionne mumbles, she sits at her desk sipping from my coffee.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
She pokes her tongue out licking the cover, I make a disgusted sound.
“I licked it so, it’s mine now” she shrugs.
“Fuck you” I say.
“Please do” she smirks.
“Dove, follow me we have stuff to do” he says, fuck he’s so silent we forgot he’s standing there.
He starts heading for his office “Okay, I’ll just get my papers” I say when Elio enters the office.
“Morning, Ro!”
“Hi, Elio!” I smile.
“Dove” my mentor calls still standing before his office.
“Coming!” I smile at them then head after him.

I close the door behind me as he takes his jacket off.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. I looked.
The way his muscles move as he takes the suit jacket off. Screw me, my thoughts and his white shirts.
He looks at me then a smirk appears on his face. No! did he catch me checking him out.
“Should I start right away?” I recollect myself.
“No, actually come have a seat. I want to talk about something first”
I nod as I sit across from him and he rounds the desk to sit on the other chair.
“You should start your dancing classes, a month passed now and we should start with that” he says.
I furrow my brows “Why would I take dancing classes? What type of dancing?”
“Because you should and you’ll see when the time comes”
“I don’t get it why should I?”
“Because you’ll need it”
“When and where?”
“Too much questions”
“it’s my right”
He nods staying silent.
“What? Answer me.”
“it’s my right not to”
I groan “Fine, what if I don’t want”
“Don’t want what?”
“To dance with you”
“Who said I’m going to do it?” he raises his brow. Oh. I’m a fool right now.
“Fine”
“You agreed when you knew it’s not me?” he says frowning.
“Yes”
He smiles then says “You start today 6 pm, dove”.

I arrive at the location he sent me. The place looks so comfy with the dim lights and the view of the city from the balcony. A breeze enters from the balcony ruffling my hair and I close my eyes taking a deep breath.
I feel I’m not alone; I twirl to find Omer leaning against the doorframe, watching me, face calm.
He’s not wearing a suit for the first time. He’s wearing grey pants that make his thighs show and a plain white t-shirt that clings to his frame.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him as he starts heading my way in lazy steps.
“You have dance lessons” he states.
“You said it won’t be you”
He smiles as he reaches me taking the bag from my shoulder.
“And you’d think for a moment here, that I’d let anyone else do it?” he says placing the bag at the other side of the room.
“Why wouldn’t you?” I scoff
“Because I have to get you used to my style and moves” he says reaching me again.
“And why’s that exactly?”
“Didn’t I say you ask too many questions, dove?” he says smiling tilting his head for a bit, a strand of his hair loosens on his forehead; I itch to push it back, but I force out instead, “Answer me”
“Because my dance partner should fit perfectly with me in the dances at the events and balls we’ll attend” he answers softly.
I take a step back “I don’t want to be your dance partner”
He sighs “Can you accept just one thing from me today, dove?”
“It’s not that I’m not accepting, I just...” I trail off,
“You just what? Are you uncomfortable?” he asks softly
I shake my head.
“Then, why push me away? If you don’t want it of course I won’t, but give me a reason”
I lower my gaze, I can’t let him know my reason, but my traitor mouth says it before I could control it.
“I don’t like people touching me a lot” I mumble.
He assesses me then says “if I didn’t touch you, will you do it?”
“How will we dance when you won’t touch me?”
“Try me, but are you willing to accept it? To get used to my touch by time in our classes?”
I say nothing, but then I nod; I feel like I can trust him with that. He already doesn’t look at me or touch me in a way I don’t like.
He bends to my sight level telling me softly “When you don’t feel comfortable, tell me, I’ll stop” and I nod.
He straightens then goes towards the end of the room,
“I know nothing about what you’ll teach me” I say honestly.
“That’s why I’ll teach not practice with you, dove”
And “I need to know” by Marc Anthony starts as he comes in front of me and smiles showing me his left dimple and I find myself smiling back shyly.
“Just follow my lead, copy me” he says as he starts moving away from me from side to side as a base and I copy him.
He starts changing the moves and it starts to get complicated as I look at the movement of his legs.
“Eyes on me, dove” I look up in his eyes then, try to pick up with him for a bit.
I master the simple moves he taught me after a couple of minutes and we start to revolve around each other getting closer as the music accelerates.
We look into each other’s eyes when we reach each other without stopping and I let myself relax and close my eyes feeling my body and the music; taking a deep breath before opening them and reach for his hands wrapping them around my body.
I look into his eyes; he’s questioning if it’s okay, I nod and he murmurs “Follow my lead”
He moves us together for a bit then starts twirling me then I get back into his arms.
I look down, I don’t want to step on his toes, but he lifts my chin, my breath catches when I look into his honey brown eyes and he says “Didn’t I say eyes on me, dove?”
“I don’t want to step on your toes” I whisper.
“it’s okay, you weigh like a feather; you won’t affect me”
I feel heat seep through my face at his words.
He leads us for some time; stepping around each other and twirling me as the song replays more than once until we both are panting.
We stop to take our breaths, but with our eyes locking still, I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I let it slide. I don’t have to think all the time.