We Could Happen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Pushing all the thoughts aside I decided to go to bed. As soon as I got up from the couch my cell vibrated. It was a message from him. I quickly grabbed my cell and opened the text. My heart was thudding in my ears as I read the words ‘I'm waiting in front of the house. Come downstairs as we need to talk.’

I was wondering if it's some kind of joke. Jacob will be discharge tomorrow.

Why is he calling me outside when he can come inside easily? It was about six in the morning and I took a look in the mirror.I always wanted to look good to him. I saw I had eye-boogers and my hair was a mess. I washed my face, used my mouth-wash and looked into the mirror. I applied mild lip balm to my lips to regain the pink tinge, moisturiser as it was winter and I did not by any chance want to expose my dry face to him. I used some hair gel and left my hair untied. I heard my phone ringing but ignoring it, I went to put on my woollen top and my trousers. I knew he would be taking me on a walk since it was our favourite. I put my scarf around my neck and slipped my feet in a pair of sneakers, not forgetting to grab his muffler from my wardrobe because I knew he would be without one which would get him cold. I checked my looks in the mirror for the last time when I received another call from him. I had the call taken and said that I was coming to which he told me to be fast, in a calm tone and I could tell by his tone that he was not mad for waiting.

I locked the door and turned to look at him. I did not know how he managed to look so dashing always. He smiled at me giving no hint of the things happened a week ago. I smiled back in my most pleasing way. I started walking towards him and he stretched out his hand to grab mine. He pulled me closer to himself and stared lovingly right into my eyes. I closed my eyes abruptly thinking what was with him today? He had never acted this romantic ever since we were together. I half opened my eyes just to check whether he was my man or somebody else.

“Come on! I won’t be kissing you here, in the middle of the street and you know that. I hate PDA”

Yes, he was my love. I opened my eyes. I loved his towering frame covering up my short frame. I barely reached his chin. I gave him a seductive smile looking into his warm eyes and moved to his side. We started walking, my hand still in his.

“So, where are we heading on to?” I broke the silence between us.

“Just walking”

“Just walking? To nowhere?”

“To anywhere”

I tried to free my hand from his but he held it tighter, interlocking his fingers with mine. I had to give in to his strength. His thumb started rubbing slowly over mine. He loosened his grip and blindly traced the faint lines of my palm giving me goosebumps. I quickly pulled my hand off his and looked to the other side trying to hide my mischievous smile.

“What? You don’t like it?” he questioned.

“Yes I do. But it is a kind of PDA, you know – holding hands in public places.”

“Come on. Don’t be cruel” he laughed

“I am just obeying you” I smirked. I loved teasing him.

We were moving to some place of scenic beauty which I had never explored before. I was not new to the city as it had been twenty years since I was transferred here and he had come here many times including this time to pay me a visit. He was engaged in his Restaurant with many employees running under his supervision for which he always had to travel from Cebu to Manila to see me. We barely had time to spend with each other so whenever he would be in my city and yet busy, not even rescheduling his work to see me, would make me feel unimportant, angry and worse which would turn into a fight. We understood each other’s situation and need but yet we failed to understand.