The eyes of eons. [Slow Editing]

Chapter 11

     Roberta announced the date of her arrival. It was on Friday, at the end of the forth week of my staying with Alexandre. To prepare the house, I decided to leave New York a day earlier right after my morning interview. A drama moment with my sister hasn’t been forgotten yet and reminded me about it by Alex on a daily basis. The day before my departure, I prepared my travel bag and when Alex returned home from work, I decided to let him know in advance about plans to avoid another misunderstanding. 

     I heard Alex enter and came out to greet him. He didn’t notice me and passed to his bedroom in casual manner slipping his jacket off on the go. I went to wait for him in the living room. I sat on the sofa anticipating the conversation and then decided to deal with the talk sooner rather than later. Softly, I advanced to his bedroom and knocked on the door. 

     “Alex,” I called him in a low voice.

     “What’s up?” He retorted.

     “Alex,” I let myself in.

     “I’m here. What’s up?” He called from the closet.

     “Um...” I walked over the closet and froze. Alex stood half naked with exhibited torso. “Um, I’m going home tomorrow,” I retrieved several steps giving him some privacy. And also to avoid gaping at his body, which was quite admirable, if I may add, with or without cover.

     “Why?” It took him a moment to answer.

     Walking backwards I’ve reached Alex’s chest of drawer and paused to look at the pictures. “My mother is coming back on Friday,” I said and myself began greedily observing two photos. One was a twenty years of age family photo. Alex looked around twelve or thirteen there sitting next to his brother and both parents on each side. The second image was a photo of two boys, one of twenty with bushy mid-long hair and another slightly older with carefully cut hair and a bright smile. Both boys were handsome. Alex, the younger one, had the same stare on the picture that I liked so much, and the older one, echoed an expression of his brother looking like a perfect twin.

     “For how long?” He came out of the closet still half naked holding his shirt in his hands.

     I blushed like a girl and hid my stare from him redirecting my eyes to look at the floor. “I don’t know.”

     “When is your next interview?”

     “I have nothing next week. Only two that are set up in the week after that.”

     “So you’re planning to come back in two weeks.”

     “I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders. “If you prefer.”

      Slowly he carried himself to me and stopped in a short distance, so short that I could sense the warmth of his skin with mine. It was addictive. I had to fight my longing to rest my head on his shoulder. Nervously, I peeked at his face and had to shirk an inch away. My breath shortened from his bewitching, seductively hypnotizing blazing stare. Tenderly he stroke a lock of my hair and moved it behind my shoulder, not touching my body or even a surface of my clothes. “I prefer you not to go,” he spelled the words in a low voice, but not a whisper. “Monday, come back on Monday.”

     I blinked and gulped. “This Monday?”

     “Yes,” he inhaled deeply and abruptly pivoted through the doorway. 

     “Okay,” I let a huge blast of air out of my lungs, restored my pulse. That was one heck of an intensive moment. And with that I followed Alex into the doors.