Dual Eclipse

8

I nervously rubbed my palms on my dress and waited for the doctor to call for me. I've come here to get some answers and move on. I've been here every three weeks since the doctor diagnosed me with an STD.

I thought it was the end for me, but Doctor Joseph was very comforting and kind. I stopped coming last month after I was in the all-clear and got the call that my results were ready. I refused to come, but I'd never know peace if I didn't.

Regardless, you don't know peace, Vicki.

A couple sits on my right, and the man has his woman's hands in his and kisses her knuckles. "We'll be fine." He whispers, kissing her nose.

To my left is a woman eating a jam pastry with another next to her on her phone. She was pregnant.

My hand eased to my belly, and my throat clogged. There was no one to hold my hand or tell me everything was alright. My eyes stung, and I blinked the tears away. The door opened, and I cleared my throat before looking up. I choked and started coughing.

He walks into the waiting room like he owns the room and knows it. The air left my lungs, and I fought the urge to scream at him. I looked left, and the pregnant woman kicked her friend's foot, getting her attention. She gawked, forgetting about her phone.

I glared at the fucking man who dared to show up after I warned him not to. "Hello, ladies. Sir." He stretched his hand for the man, and they shook hands. I watched in horror as he fed the room his energy.

His tattoos played hide-and-seek at the sleeves and neckline- fuck that, they were visible to all. The black ink of a dragon and flowers crawled up the front of his thick throat, on his left and my right, a scorpion in red ink and above it the words, 'last night was a movie'. A coloured blue bird floats on the right.

He had those thick silver rings on his inked fingers, and Celtic jewellery adorned his wrists. What the fuck was wrong with this man? That white-knitted long-sleeve and his brown pants fooled everyone but me. Hell, he'd have fooled me, too, if I didn't know just how much of a murderer he is.

"Why-"

He leans forward and pecks my lips. I was stunned at this man's bravery and audacity! "I'm sorry I'm late." I frown, turning away from his kiss, when he grabs my jaw firmly between his fingers and presses his lips to mine.

"Sasha." He shuts me up by delving his tongue sweetly into my mouth. My body heats, and there's a faint pulse between my thighs. "That's enough." I put a hand on his chest and retracted. Even I didn't recognise my voice as I looked into his gleaming eyes. He looked at me with such possession that I forgot where I was.

He sits, grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine. I wiggle my fingers, but he grips them. My nose flared, looking around the small room. The women were still gawking, although subtly. The tension in the room was thick, and it was getting too hot. His aftershave filled my senses. His poisonous vanilla scent warmed my core, and I wondered if he got dressed for the role.