That girl!
Wanted in
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I heard her call after me, I wasn't sure why really, that slam on my face, was what I'd expected as a response. But honestly, she was ridiculously brute even unto my generosity.
Truth is-I fancied her, for some reason a whole lot, I wish she'd say yes to my offer.
Maybe she had reason to be mad, she had asked me a question but I foolishly stood there wordlessly.
"Dammit!" I cursed. Rejection wasn't the best feeling ever, especially for a guy's ego. I knew it'd be a stretch, trying to find that needle from a hay stack. In all honesty I wanted something you can't get.
Had she just called me in? Was I wanted in? I thought.
I placed the mug of coffee on my car and bolted towards her door, right before she close it. Her hand was on the door handle, I peeked in and she let go greeting me again.
"What did you just say?" I asked, her hands in mine-cold but soft and welcoming.
She let go of the grip she'd been holding on her coat and blushed when it fell. I tried not to stare but goodness how could I not?
"I said I'm sorry about my outburst, I didn't mean to sound rude, I actually wouldn't mind the coffee you were offering..." She said in a shiver, goosebumps creeped on her skin. "Though I'm truly fond of tea as my go to beverage."
"I...I-" Well, stuttered.
"You already disposed it I see." She commented staring at my empty hands. Her cheeks flushed when my gaze rested intensely in her.
"Well half nearly half of it spilled on my shirt when you slammed the door earlier." She frowned when I spoke informatively. "Actually, I'm kinda screwed as I was to have this huge meeting in a few." I said playing the guilty card, she widened her eyes ghastly.
She stepped in closer to see the mess she'd cause on my light blue shirt, she placed her hand on my chest. My heart beat was uneven, I was lucky she couldn't hear it.
"I'm truly sorry, I was about to shower, but I could get that cleaned up for you first." She said.
"You'll get it what?" I nearly choked on my sputum.
"Cleaned, I wouldn't want you missing that meeting." She replied compassionately. I'd never once met such a polite sweet lady before. She placed her shower gel by the light stand.
I took off my shirt and handed it to her; she avoided staring at my sturdy chest, couldn't understand why. Mayhap she was shy, she asked me to make myself comfortable on the adjacent couch. She then walked away.
After a couple of minutes she came back from the laundry room with it, sparkling clean and ironed. She'd now put on a buggy shirt and had tied the towel around her waist.
"That was fast, I mean you're fast, are you always that spontaneous?" I asked, looking at her. She looked down at my pants I guess she saw what she saw because she chuckled.
"No!" She exclaimed.
"It's just a question."
"I mean no...I was trying to be kind, maybe I over compensated; surely you can't be my first." She confessed, stepping away mortified as I wore the shirt.
"You seem great, but I'm certain no good comes from sleeping around. I'm very much traditional." She mumbled as I buttoned up my shirt over the white vest clinging on my body.
I was a little disappointed by her sentiments and yet, respected her the more. Adored her loveable chortle the more.
"Look, you seem pretty fine yourself-no pun intended. I don't know what you think you saw, but I'd love to apologise..." She cut me short before I voiced my thoughts.
"Hey, my sight is just fine. I know what you want perhaps this..." She said, her lips gently crushing on mine. "Will do."
She chuckled, catching a breath.
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I don't know why but it felt right, just at that moment. I didn't care about how I'd feel later that night. I'd promised myself never to be fooled into subduction of any sweet disposition. I caved, my parents countless pieces of advice suppressed in my mind as I tasted the blissful moment.
"Forgive my french but I'm not good at..." He apologised with a deep accent equally relishing the thrill with enthusiasm.
"I guess I can be spontaneous," I whisphered as we broke off the kiss.
"I'm not quite sure how you'll handle the situation in your pants but you better go now." I said as the voice I'd done away with admonished my actions. I'd fallen, much sooner than I'd supposed, I had stumbled into the sin of adultery and my heart ached that very moment.
It's not love, it's depravity, you have fallen deep into lust. I almost cried remorseful to my principles.
"Well aren't you adorably kind, no thanks for getting me in this situation." He said, his raspy sarcastic voice in my ear, I winced. "I didn't think you are that kind of girl." That phrase stung me.
"I'm not, was just tasting the waters and now I feel miserable." I thought out loud defensively then slid down against the wall.
"If it's any consolation, I too feel out of sorts. I'm sorry, we've both fallen into temptation." He squat next to me apologetically.
"I've, I've never kissed before." He spoke lowly but I found it hard to believe, had he looked at himself? "Been brought up righteously, if you know what I mean and I've always trusted that the first girl I do kiss, will be the one I end up marrying." My heart thudded threatening to jump into my throat, I felt sick to the stomach. It was all my fault, I, I'd sinned and caused him to do so too.
"You should go, I'm very sorry for everything." I said. "I'll understand if you'll never wish to see me again."
"Oh dear, I forgive my self for having elicited any wrong vibe but I'd love to date you miss." He said rather outspoken.
My naivety had gotten us here, and I rubbed my ears for his words to sink in. You've got to be kidding me, I gasped.
"I..." I stammered.
"What's your name?" I heard him ask from a distance.
"Natasha, I'm Tasha." I said my voice low, as my blood thinned like water in my veins.
"Natasha, would you care to go for a coffee date with me?" He asked his voice wavering.
"I'd love to, if you promise me what you said earlier was true." I rambled.
"It is, it's just, I thought it'd be extremely queer to ask you to marry me right away." I chuckled at that truth.
"Alright..." I said blushing.
"Nathan, I'm Nathan."
"Nice meeting you Nathan. Like I said, I'm a traditional girl, marriage is definitely in my list of things to do."
"Then let's trust God that it'll be well with us."
"Let's." I reiterated amused.
"So, about that meeting; will you make it in time?"
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I'm not great with romance and stuff but I tried a little. .. haha:D
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